A blinding white light, like a cold white sun in the night

But there's nothing at all that's divine about the discharge of rounds

And as you crawl through the maelstrom of war

Whatever you'll endure, you'll endure alone

Falling deep into the abyss, with survival rate more hit than miss

Wailing through the swamps, assessing every sound

Judging the threat of the demons, airborne and on ground

But one must believe, one surely must conceive

Whatever you'll endure, you'll endure alone

Because in the end, there's no-one but you

Your comrades in arms have no power to do

A thing for your plight, or a thing for your life

On your trip to hell, you'll be all alone, this is the essence of total isolation

Making resolves on your final breath, suddenly faced with your last conquest

Will yourself to live you give it your best, now cradled in the arms of death

Falling deep into the abyss, some rounds graze, while others pierce

Falling deep into the abyss, with a survival rate more hit than miss