We're living underground nthese are the hours now nthat we are dying out nwe let the wounded howl nthey pass the stretchers down nand we just throw them out nthis is the art of war nthis is the weight of all the things that take their toll sacrifice is made we never gave enough nhold trust in battle sacrs nevery man will fall if given long enough nin these cathedral wall nbandages and broken bones npraying let this go one way or another.