Step by step to war they march

To fill the greed of orders to smash

For fame roars on whips that lash

Those poor souls, smote in angry clash.

Poor and brave they sought to sing

Those songs of hope on deathrow’s ding

Those thoughts of her finger in a ring

For one night’s sorrows does bring

Strong and bold they die in the field

For slavery’s sake in every second’s build

The man, last to stand such lethal deed

As nothing left of fame is just as shield

A return to hug a long forgotten past

That sent orders to war ever so fast

Would prove to be best an out cast

For shadow is all to take to end the blast

A war to secure a return of its very blast

By Conrad ever so at last…