The Campaign

It's an ideal as old as man itself, a value obscured, yet never deceased

A way of life that must go on, a knowledge that lives in the hearts of the chosen

As sure as life and death itself, a thinking and being that must survive

And if our campaign is pure, and commitment lives within our hearts

Our quest will go forth unharmed, for glory is fleeting

And victory's just a part of doing the job right, and it'll take place like this

And it's an age old ideal and one that never died

For there was no beginning, no vortex in time

And the footsteps now trodden, imprint the souls of those who served

We march to the same beat, although we're of a different time

If our campaign is pure, if our campaign is true

And we won't tolerate a thing that stands in the way of completing our quest

And it'll shape up like this

For vengeance will be swift via a hand so merciless

And the hammers will roll out in a bloody masquerade

And some things never change no matter how oft the clock does turn

We march to the same beat though we're of a different time

And if our campaign is pure, and the weapon of choice is within our reach

Our quest shall go forth unharmed

For while glory is fleeting the spoils will be ours just the same

And it'll take place like this

And all subversives crushed, our legacy this will be, with no ifs or buts to be heard

And we'll sound the siren for our faith to rise again

And future generations will fly the flag