Requiem for the Vrykorps

Beads of sweat are in my eye.
Beasts of burden go groaning by.
In the church the priest is gently droning in the pews
And the men are marching agin' the sky

Now we're all a marching west.
The foe is near, no time to take our rest.
We wince at the sun and fear its falling and the dark
And we march into the west.

Our morale is sinking low
Marching t'wards the dying glow.
A cloud of dust appears, a roar and boom rings out and draws near
For the Orks have come to fight.

Now we're thinking of home and hearth.
Staring at the charging horde of death
And our lasguns flash in rage and make a second dawn, bright against the ash,
And we pray to Him on Earth.

Now the dawn has come again.
Bodies heaped, good men torn in twain.
Wounded men and boys bellow and cry aloud in pain and pray for death
And the dawn has come again.