(incomplete piece that I havent been able to finish effectively -_-)
So many wooden soldiers
Marching onward to their fate
Unbeknownst to them the purpose,
Thirst for blood they cannot sate
Hard faced and grim they march forever
Their eyes as cold as stone
Tin rifles on oaken shoulders
Fighting for an iron throne
Lead slugs in heart of rowan
Unfeeling, he marches on
A step he takes then falls away
And thus is one life gone
His comrades march e'er forward
His shattered flesh unseen
Bathed in blood and clothed in red
His life ne'er serene.
So many wooden soldiers
Marching onward to their fate
Unbeknownst to them the purpose,
Thirst for blood they cannot sate
Hard faced and grim they march forever
Their eyes as cold as stone
Tin rifles on oaken shoulders
Fighting for an iron throne
Lead slugs in heart of rowan
Unfeeling, he marches on
A step he takes then falls away
And thus is one life gone
His comrades march e'er forward
His shattered flesh unseen
Bathed in blood and clothed in red
His life ne'er serene.