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.
Jan 18, 2012
Jan 18, 2012 at 10:21 PM UTC
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.
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