We're marching to our deaths
Through cruel old Bethlehem
Where no one will find ourselves
It's inevitable, nothing abated his crusading zeal
And whether we all come back, there's no chance...
This is actually based off of something I made on my ukulele (I know it's not the first time I say this, but it's necessary). I quickly realised how... SOADy it sounded, so I'm going with some deep, yet nonsensical vocals.