Calenture - Marching Church

It’s been two days and seven hours

Since we ran out of water

And we already lost a few

They, as us, were starving

Good men, but not as hardened

As us remaining in the faith that they did loose

As we come crawling towards the tide

On our hands and our knees, scraping by

No one wants to face the reaper

In this god forsaken heat sick

And it’s a challenge to feel the need to stay alive

It’s getting hard to recognise the faces of my friends

Just a week ago they shone with vigour of the brave

But the sun has turned their skin into old, worn leather

With expressions contorted out of place

As we come crawling towards the tide

On our hands and our knees, scraping by

No one wants to face the reaper

In this god forsaken heat sick

And it’s a challenge to feel the need to stay alive