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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

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