Frontier -

Far away

Sent to a distant land

To serve the empire

Conscripted en masse

With archaic methods

Carrying bolt action rifles

Counting on ancient beliefs

For glory

Rushing into the fray

Forward

This column marches on

Through freezing cold

A barren frontier awaits

Of those who started

Many were left behind

Those frozen bodies

Dispersed across the field

Across the field

Getting rid of entire generation

For the cause so noble and cruel

A troubl with the officer core

Thre is no one left to rule

In the mind of a grand planner

Facts will be put aside

Going on with reserves depleted

Shortages and morale running low

Across this barren frontier

They march

For greater good

It is done