Let Hell Ensue
The out is gone, we're overrun, it's 50 to 1, there is no chance left.
The dogs of enemy bark outside the door, soon they'll enter without request
The choices here are fight and die or die with no protest.
Sergeant I know you'll stand your ground until your very last breath
This time we knew we'd face one day has come regardless of consequence
Let hell ensue with gun and blade, we'll fight until we've nothing left
Duty commands our guns and knives, honour commands our very lives
Soldiers we are - we will face our death through tigers eyes.
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