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Burning heat, burning inside I must unleash this hell trapped in mind Monster me, monster you I can't fight if fate demands my sacrifice In the chilling air, in the winter cold I can't stand no more of what my eyes behold The snow is thick, the ice is cruel No way behind but woods for fools The garrison is strong with this enemy of might I know I can't make it through another night Cut off, alone, left for dead What difference does it mean or make if I seal that dread? Ten rounds I have, one grenade, and a FS knife How many can I take down before they realise? They'll end me slow if I don't die in my attack Need to make sure I hold one back! The bird sings his tune in the crisp cold air I'll go when the music stops and face their stare I look around at the trees and say goodbye For now for this broken soul it's time to.............

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