Marching To War - Leverage

Rolling dice of fate

Like a thousand times before

The rulers play their games

And the young men march to war

They’re righteous in their minds

Justified to kill

Believing to serve their god

Being servants to his will

The sacred soldiers

No time to give it thought

No need to understand

When ones who pull the strings

Place weapons in their hands

Never shed a tear

For those about to die

For victory in war

Any given price is right

The sacred soldiers

March into war

Sheltered by guardian angels

The sons of holy cause

Against all evil strangers

Marching to war

Like men of thousand ages

The final curtain falls

Against all evil strangers

Marching to war

Marching to… marching to… marching to war