Ensnared

The soldier walks a lonely road

To the beat of the snare drum, strong and bold

Rat-ta-tat, rat-ta-tat

Eyes still stained by tears of youth

He still hears the clack of vainly charging boots

Rat-ta-tat, rat-ta-tat

Vermin scuttles in the tents

It has been long since war made sense

Rat-ta-tat, rat-ta-tat

The soldier falls and falls alone

To the beat of gunfire, a meat bag of bones

Rat-ta-tat, rat-ta-tat