Lost

Hold up the compass and watch it spin

East to West and back again

Tell them once more that we can’t win

We’re lost, oh foolish children of men

Tonight we huddle underground

Hiding ourselves in this self dug grave

Hoping and praying we won’t be found

But we will, it takes my all to keep us brave

Only a dozen of them have survived

Two soldiers cannot save them all

And now the faceless have arrived

To burn the ground and make us fall

And in my stomach is this burning dread  

For tomorrow shall likely find me dead