There's no point standing around
You'll only be showered by more boulders
Ready your horses on the double
Be honest, are all of us riding to our death?
Yes, we are
And since we're dying anyway, you're saying that it's better?
Before we even start fighting?
I am
But wait, if we'll die anyway, then who cares what we do?
We could just disobey your orders
And it wouldn't mean a thing, would it?
Yes, you're precisely right
Everything that you thought had meaning
Every hope, dream or moment of happiness
None of it matters as you lie bleeding out on the battlefield
None of it changes what a speeding rock does to a body
We all die, but does that mean our lives are meaningless?
Does that mean that there was no point being born?
Would you say that about slain comrades?
What about their lives?
Were they meaningless?
They were not
Their memory serves as an example to us all
The courageous fallen, the anguished fallen
Their lives have meaning because
We the living, refused to forget them
And as we ride to certain death
We trust our successors to do the same for us
Because my soldiers do not fumble
Or yield when faced with the cruelty of this world
My soldiers push forward
My soldiers scream out
My soldiers rage
