Get High and Listen to The Cure

Alright, the guys are writing a key next room
 And this is pretty crazy little thing called
 "Lost Half Our Sentries in the Ambush"
 Two-three, one-two-three, one-two-three
 I don't think this is actually in six
 Not enough air to quite go around
 So we seek lower ground
 The light plays its tricks on the trees
 In forests like these
 Losing the thread
 Of the path just ahead
 Dazzled by the sun
 Where is everyone?
 I saw notches in the tree trunks
 I saw unfamiliar footprints
 I heard burrs of evil omen
 Voices in the shadow
 Came to a circle of stones
 And nothing was left but their bones
 Cover them if you can
 Leave a sign if you can
 Send up a flare if you can
 In the dry leaves where the canopy opens
 Not enough flesh remaining to say
 Who fought bravely today
 But I knew them all while they lived
 And fight to give
 High in the pines
 Searching for signs
 Come upon smoking fire pit
 This is it, this is it
 Count up our lower numbers
 Sea shapes among the shadows
 And now we enter the fray
 And nothing can stand in our way
 Slaughter them if you can
 Kill them all where they stand
 Make an example of them
 In the dry leaves where the canopy opens
 Two-three, and
 And so on, yeah