Separate from the fear
Of everything standing
Before you in the blackness
Here, in the shadows
Where darkness is our
Comforter we draw the lines
For our battles, casting
Ourselves disciplined marching
Recklessly into the darkness
We have given up caring about
Going, about dying, that was
All the worry of boyhood
We are men, now, marching
Into battle, into the eye of darkness
Daringly into the darkness.