The war was longing hard
And my blade slashed left and right
A thousand allies died at my side
And still I fought on
.
I hurled my spears
And shot my arrows
And hundreds of foes fell
Yet still they came
In wave after wave of fighting humanity
.
Our last two hundred men
Were surrounded
Cut off from any chance
Of reinforcements
for every man we lost
We were one man short
But for every enemy we killed
twenty took their place
.
The only thing left for us
Was to die a Warrior's death
In hopes of keeping our country free
.
Through the hours
We thought would be our last
We somehow managed to stay alive
And fight the enemy to the last
And win the war we thought was lost
.
one hundred men survived that war
And went home to a country free
Of enemies a strife and war