Dead Men Tale

We're hit, we're hit!! serge! The thing goes skrrrahh pap pap ka-ka-ka Skibiki-pap-pap and a pu-pu-pudrrrr-boom Skya, du-du-ku-ku-dun-dun Poom, poom The whole platoon has been cut off The entire platoon has been wiped off Company merit has fallen short of mercy Thanks to our helmet that houses our shattered skull Our brain like rocks chilling the red wine You taught us how to kill But how not to kill you never told us Kaboom kaboom the bullets bounce from head to head Beneath the shrapnel we're trapped and hit For freedom had we not crave? Now freedom is ours From loath-like froth we flee Now together we dance to the Tune of Earth jackboots heavily placed on our skeleton My enemy, come and let dance while the living Fight till our resurrection ®snowflakes 2018