I walked with my unit through uncut wheat fields
The summer sun blazed with a cool wind blowing
The lost men over time, sacred shadows reminding
That life is precious, our time must produce a yield
As we left the scene of battle, the sun was blinding
Yet we know, those who died did not do so in vain
For an Empire was secure, all our sacrifices sincere
My father was a farmer, his was as well, they served
Upon the horizon black clouds rose, soon with rain
Warriors alive, no lightning or enemies bring fear
But a day done, our reward far less than deserved
Fought with honor, died in service, for an Empire
With slavery, violence, and gluttony unconcealed
We were tools for a machine, and we might break
For the human body is only so able, and not steel
