Walk, slowly through the field of fallen,

this place that’s become their home;

decrepit time is invincible,

and alas, they’re never more to roam.

They fell here after giving all,

this legion of the damned;

with aspirations so replete,

they fell at his command.

Their scattered forms all twisted,

by the heat of deaths decay;

and Johnny had to run along,

with other toys to play.

So, marvel at the fragility,

for life is like these toys;

given up in uselessness,

by all of those poor boys.