MOOOFASA!!!

We march the bodies of our fallen before us

Their pyres lead us away from the dawn

Our ragged retreat despoils the marshes

As we carry our losses downwards and on

The clever commanders of our teaching have failed us

Now they walk with the infantry, humbled and gray

And all that we’ve learned from their studies in failure

Is the different formations for losing the day

But though our shields are just brittle paper

And though our strength is just desperate fear

And though we’ve been judged and come up wanting

Yet still we’re determined to find victory here