We are all silent,
Waiting for the whistle to blow.
Everybody knew that it was going to be violent,
Even though it hadn’t even started.
The whistle goes with the beat of our pounding hearts;
All you hear is the sound of ten thousand men
Crying for victory.
As we charged, one by one of us fell to the ground like darts.
Everybody was gone
Except two thousand of us who ran back home
To our families.