So, there you are, now.
The fresh soldier, the trained soldier, the new soldier.
Eager to fight, eager to charge, eager to kill for your country.
Fear underlies your excitement, weapon in hand,
Armour on chest, adrenalin in your blood.

So, there you are, now.
The anxious soldier, the excited soldier, the ready-to-fight soldier.
Riding in your carts, riding to your battle, riding to your end,
Looking at your comrades, looking at the fear in their eyes,
A terrible noise, then a terrible stillness, the doors open and a terrible scene unfolds.

So, there you are, now.
The bloodthirsty soldier, the adrenalin fueled soldier, the charging soldier.
Running though the fields of the fallen, running through crimson pools,
Emitting an inhuman scream, your mind is racing.
Axe to shield, sword to shield, axe to flesh, committing one more to the darkness.

So, there you are, now.
The fighting soldier, the killing soldier, the patriotic soldier.
Slaying your nations enemy, slaying your enemy.
You see, now, what glory exists in war.
You see, now, there are no hero's in war.
Caught off guard, lowering your guard, knowing it's over.

So, there you are, now.
The spent soldier, the bleeding soldier, the dying soldier.
Dropping your weapon, dropping to your knees, dropping to the cold mud stained with hot blood.
Mouths moving to silent words, comrades fighting to darkening skies.
What is left of you, now?
What good are you, now?

So, there you are, now.
The useless soldier, the worthless soldier, the dead soldier.
You see your bloodied corpse, you see your fighting comrades
You see, now, the peace in death.
You feel, now, the voices of the dead, drawing you near.
You feel, now, the forces drawing you in.

So, there you are, now.
The disturbed soul, the lonely soul, the damned soul.
Feeling the mud slip away, feeling the blood slip away, feeling the world slip away.
Feeling that cold darkness, feeling the end.