No one recounts in awe, or fear, the combat prowess of the mission runner,
But for those who eagerly chart their course into the tumultuous fray of conflict,
Who willingly risk all for the thrill of the hunt and desperately seek to suckle the sweet intoxicating wine of victory, their rewards transcend material gain.
For in that victory a mark is given, an influence made, esteem and respect are grudgingly accrued and therein Immortality is attained.
Generals gathered in their masses Just like witches at black masses Evil minds that plot destruction Sorcerers of death's construction In the fields the bodies burning As the war machine keeps turning Death and hatred to mankind Poisoning their brainwashed minds