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.