To Serve Is To Die (Inspired By Warhammer 40K)

No glory waits for dust
No banners fly where we descend
We die because we must
And march where others meet their end
No graves for us are known
We lie where duty claims its due
Our flesh is not our own
It feeds the earth, we march anew

In death we must atone
Restore our honour once again
Make right our fathers' oaths
To serve, to all be better men

We're born beneath the stone
No sky to see, no sun to feel
In fumes we stand alone
To scowl from mask and gun and steel

To serve is to die
To die is to serve
It's nothing more
Than what we deserve

Freedom to redeem
And permission to die
No retreat on Krieg
We must pay the fine

The past we can't forget
Each breath a penance we endure
We bleed to pay the debt
Ancestral woes we make obscure

The trench our mothers' arms
Our cradle carved in shattered stone
We're raised by the alarms
And die to hold the line alone

The dead are all we know
Their whispers guide us through the haze
We fall far below
Unseen beneath the cannons' blaze

No picture wears our mark
No song to song, no horn will sound
We hold the dark with dark
And hold this sacred poison ground

To serve is to die
To die is to serve
It's nothing more
Than what we deserve

Freedom to redeem
And permission to die

No retreat on Krieg
We must pay the fine