Said the soldier to his betrothed.

I've got no time for lullabies
No happy days or gentle cries
No cozy nights, warm summer days
No happy light or gentle haze

I've got to go where life is hard
Where hell is real and sin unbarred
Where guns are gold and rubies charred
Where death is near and all leave scared

There I've got to go and maybe stay Until death or land orders me...