One step from the sublime and the ridiculous

We blindly march
into violent battles
weakened and starved

but we still march
listening and obeying
to sugar coated promises

we march through frozen lands
beckoning to snowy graves
false comfort iced in our veins

yet we keep marching
through the bullet wounds
and the cannon fumes

we will march
for sweet freedom
which entice our tongues

forever we march
a family of soldiers
and our corrupted farther

inspired by the french revolution and Napoleon