GloMag GloMagMay2019 - Page 308

To vanquish the enemy growing within It's this cancerous ideology needing nationalistic treatment Now that my eyes in death are dry Lead the front of this charge, brothers & sisters mine I need your hands, pick me up from the bloodied ground Fly me home in empty coffins Tell my people there was nothing left of me to be delivered I was vaporized by a zealots fanaticism I feel, I feel in death, I will return Again to proudly wear my uniform And avenge this mindless savagery 308