Listen to me Comrades. The Battle waits ahead. Keep your weapon close and you will not dread Comrades, please don’t tread on me Let that be handled by the enemy Do you feel the stares coming from the hills? Make sure you make them want to take their final pill.
March with me Comrades. The battle is here Do not let them see your eyes full of dying fear This will be ******, shoot them where it hurts Make each bullet stop their final blurt Almost done comrades! Keep mowing them down Make our commanders laugh while making theirs frown
Stop my Comrades I want you to look behind you Look at all these bodies on the ground spewing their blood too Mourn your fallen brothers, but your enemies as well Every lifeless body here will make a mothers eye swell Keep on Comrades there is nothing you can do Just make sure your mother eyes don’t swell up too.