In the Battlefield everything here is so clear
It's a kind of understanding when death is so near
Courage doesn't mean no fear
It means that you're scared to death and you still go there
This is war, no matter the field, we are one, better cluster fast
Whether it's airstrikes or mustard gas
May your aim stay true and your finger trigger sputter fast
Band of brothers to the other class
But can I muster the strength, I'm out numbered
My veins ruptured odds like one to one hundred
Well this is the moment where you seperate men
Time to seperate life when you desecrate them
This isn't the end, matter fact, it's the contrast
The hero inside you is begging for the contact
Begging for the combat, death in a compact
M One-Nine One One is the contact
If you want to get raw, plenty of variety
Raise notoriety, drop guns entirely
The sabre up close will dispatch reliably
Or maybe the shovel, war has no propriety
Or maybe you're a snipe guy
Hit you at a range through the right eye
This is real war, no drive by's, maybe you're assault class
Spray you with the S.M.G. fall flat in the tall grass
Maybe you're a healer, a medic man, all class
M One Nine One Six make you fall back
Be a support role, bullets, I need all that
Making sure I get through, cover fire all tracks
Keep in mind soldier that it's darkest at the dawn
You've got to be the smartest to survive it til it's gone
Never lay down, only beasts make history
Role doesn't matter if it leads to a victory
So go forth, rain hell on the enemy
Zero to one hundred, try one hundred and seventy!!!
And make a legacy, take hold of your identity
Domination is the goal, aiming for supremacy