Ad Majorem dei Gloriam

For the glory of God For the glory of this country You are duty-bound to swear fealty This is a call to arms All will take witness Welcome the privilege to die for England A call to arms In the name of the father Gather all your sons To be fed to the slaughter The greater glory of God The swansong of a generation Carry us to the ground Your empire calls to you Die nameless in the dirt As thousands before you Litter the earth with their fallen How can mankind rebuild After such hideous inhumanity? The young are gutted and butchered Those in power lose nothing High atop my status, I have seen no war Yet I continue to call the orders Pawns moving on a chessboard In the face of unimaginable losses For England, my troops will forge on I need no strategy for I meet no consequence Slaughter of innocents is none my concern Die by my command With a rifle in hand This is a call to arms In the name of the father Gather all your sons To be fed to the slaughter Ad majorem dei gloriam