The lone soldier marches,
in March with bloody intent.
Though marshes the colour of blood.
Earth the colour of rust.
Death and decay
His comrades alone
The soldier marches on

The lone soldier marshes
the blood not his,
from top to toe
It covers only the rust within.
The soldier marches on.

The lone soldier marshes
He sees the noon sanguine
The blood now his
Eats away
Now rust,
is seen
The soldier marshes on

The lone soldier marshes
Darkness comes
He sees nothing
but the march
The soldier marshes on.

The lone soldier stands still
The time has come
Looking down
Only rust and blood,
remains
The soldier stumbles
Falls

The lone soldier lays
Darkness again
Sees nothing but,
earth the colour of rust
Blood in the earth
Becoming earth
He sees nothing
No more
He becomes earth

But the soldier marshes on.