A pale skynLack of visibility due to fognA quiet humbling soundnAs the train of war tremblesnto its final destinationnnRain fallsnas life of men perishnat the hands of the leadernNo mercy will be shownnnEven the slightest of doubt is gonenThe final solution being bornnnAs we rise our bannernAs we walk on proudnAs we take what's ours to holdnwith no one by our side