World At War
World At War
Men charge to the front line
Screaming, weeping
As they fight for there life
In the back row
I stand and fight
Like any other man
Gun in hand
And eye through sight
Terminal blows
Here and there
Our line is broken
Scattered everywhere
He’s on the move again
There’s just no hope for my men
The Solders below
Take the tremendous blows
From the unknown force
Hidden in the meadows
Found again,
I shall begin your end
With one shot to the head
You will fall dead
Most are gone
Their spirits free
The fight not lost
All hopes on me
Hidden in the trees
No hope for you now
That was your last breath
Before you hit the ground
My job done, I run again
Victory, now in our hands.
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