In the cold hours of dawn
The soldiers ready up for a frontal charge
Fixing bayonets and saying their prayers
The time of death draws near
For their respective leaders
Over the top for imperial war

Forward soldiers!
Glorious imperial war!
Forward soldiers!
Our imperial war

In the acrid hours of dusk
The soldiers recovering the dead and wounded
Another wasted mass attack
Every inch conquered was lost again
Just as the rest of the war
No god above to save their souls

Imperial war...

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