Outremer
Damn the wind and curse the sand,
Sunburned face and calloused hand.
Stranger in a foreign land called Outremer.
Take up arms when duty calls.
Prove to God you’ve got the balls.
Grit your teeth and storm the walls of Outremer.
Dark encampment, picket line
Posted on the desert’s spine.
Nourished by the bread and wine of Outremer.
Fever tempered, battle scarred,
Cold as steel and twice as hard,
Earn salvation standing guard in Outremer.
And yet, beneath your armored shell,
Can your conscience really tell
Who’s the truer infidel in Outremer?
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