Let me tell you the story
Of a ghost troop that stood to defended
A territory where we should
Advance and conquer their lands

Soulless specters, who seemed
Willing to sacrifice themselves
And the eyes of these men were
So dark and so deep as a great abyss

Go on fight
Don’t be afraid
Of the unknown
What can bleed can also die!
Look around, they're
Anointed by a supernatural sand

When the danger increases with every
Step we get to take, cause the
Enemy's mysterious and exudes
An aura of impendence!

Surrender, you will not
Cross this line. These lands are
Protected by the specters
Of the Ghost Division

More of them revealed
Themselves emerging from the
Desert sands. The battle creates
A mix of fear and elation on men

When their ammunition ran out
They started using their own knives, and
When their knives just went dull
They started using their bare hands

When the dust and sand were gone
I was helpless and alone. And I found
Out that Goddamn day, their reputation
In the worst way