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