All we are able to hear
Is the sound of a drum
Hearts beating in our ears
We are told to be aware
Of the movement of the foe
But there is only mist rising
And the white of winter snow
We shiver and try to get warm
By pulling our cloaks around us
With the bulky armor worn
It feels that a blanket surrounds us
Soon enough the mist will burn
And nothing will prevent the passage
Of the enemy towards our guns
The swords we use give us an advantage
For bullets and musket balls bounce off armor
And though we admire their courage
They do fight with honor
Their flesh will not pass this challenge
The hungry scavengers will eat well this winter
They are also part of the cycle
