The Mortarian

Through skies we glide, creatures of combat
Beliefs collide to serve the bombast
Victims of none, peace is a weapon
We fight as one without confession
Fly so high through disharmony
First to die but they’re calling me
Is this glory?
I was born to die this way
I have sworn to fight my fate
Woes cast aside to face the menace
We’ve sacrificed, seen comrades perish
Inflict our will, imposed repression
We have no guilt, free from transgression
Is this glory?
I was born to die this way
I have sworn to fight my fate
I was born to die this way
I have sworn to fight my fate
We’re taught to conform the mortarian code
I wonder if there is another home
Is this glory?
I was born to die this way
I have sworn to fight my fate
I was born to die this way
I have sworn to fight my fate