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The storm is coming; I can hear the thunder in the distance 
The war has begun; there will be no resistance 
Grab your weapons and your hateful state of mind 
Show the enemy who is the most unkind 
The scene is darkened and damp with bitter tears 
Let it all go including all of your fears 

The lightening has struck; the war has broken out 
Hide your wife and kids for they should not go out 
The time is nigh; are you ready to die? 
Spread your wings and prepare to fly 
Right now is no time to cry 
This is only a time to say goodbye 
Let you stand ready, steady on your feet 
Let victory surge through you and your fleet 
Time is slowing down; can you hear the boom of the bombs 
Can you see the red flashes; will you tend to alms 
Fall back with terror filling your eyes 
Who could blame you or your silent cries 

If you wanted Hell then you have come close 
Bodies piling up and stacking by the gross 
Limbs raining down and fire singing your face 
Close call; next time you'll be left without a trace 
Running toward your enemy and screaming in horror 
Searching ways around them kind of like an explorer 

You can't find away; you must go for the kill 
War is Hell; it is quite a nil 
It should not happen; this blood and gore 
Humans fighting each other just to settle a score 
If you hear them coming hide your wife and kids 
I hear they will rip you apart and sell them all for bids

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