A rush of negativity,
Heads held at gunpoint,
Boots of black and blood,
marching...marching...

Etermination of creation,
Flames climbing high into poisonous skies,
Boots of black and blood,
marching...marching...
Symbolic massacre burned into them,

Throughout endless storms of gunfire,
They were tortured and executed,
Burned and whipped to sleep...forever sleep...

Dead bodies, a descending race, a bloody face,
Can't keep from falling down,
I can taste the bloody ground,
Almost dead, gun to the back of your head,
Boots of black and blood,
marching...marching...
Heads held at gunpoint,
Boots of black and blood,
marching...marching...

(This song is not a glamorization of war,
it is simply a depiction of it.
It embodies the pain, the desolation,
and the hopelessness of war.)

By: Daniel Hansen
Sept.21/98