The team was comfy in their den
As a pale day had dawned again
Today for dosh they had manslaughter
They were needed in Badwater
Walking out with heads hung low
The time had come for them to go

As if something would betide
A stench of death had hung outside
Slightly worried and afraid
The party gathered and some prayed
With a lone caw of a crow
It was time for them to go

Behind the stale metal gates
Nine tired men await their fates
Another victory, maybe death
No one knows of their last breath
A horn would sound, they would know
It would be time for them to go

Dodging bullets, left and right
The Medic rushed into the fight
He healed many, but killed none
Never found it to be fun
He thought life just passed, and so
Now it was their time to go

Coming to his friend's command
A spy stood there - gun in hand
Quickly moving, he lunged at him
Anger flowing over the brim
A shot rang out and he got slow
Was it really time to go?

Hours passed, the day went on
The Medic sat there like a fawn
All alone and legs astride
Allies gathered up at his side
Looking pale, he muttered 'no'
But it was time for him to go

And as his eyes dulled, losing sight
The weakened team had grown benight
The Scout gave in, and with a cry
Fell on his knees and pleaded why
Tears washed out - he cried with woe
But it was time for him to go