Plowing through futile resistance

Pushing past drawn enemy lines

Standing our ground

We’d rather die on our feet

Before we retreat

Rolling over

Lifeless bodies lay

Under steel on the killing fields

Ordered to advance

Moving forward

Screaming, rolling iron death

Diesel burns through guts and bone

Gushing sockets and severed limbs

War has begun

Burn rival grounds we leave behind

Death is the end of hostility