Praise be the victor,
Praise be the name,
Praise be the feeling,
His slaughtering attains.
Praise be his face,
That he does not feign,
Praise be his ******
Whose name is in vain.
Praise be the victor,
Who so humbly remains,
Leaves his opponent,
In the flash of a grenade.
Praise be his creed,
Praise his beliefs,
Shun the other’s ideals,
Don’t allow defeat.
Praise be his country,
Praise be his people,
Who so angrily shout,
Something oh-so evil.
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
**** **** **** ****
The television screen,
So brightly entrancing,
Cheer for your side,
The enemy’s advancing.
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
**** **** **** ****
They hide in little shelters,
Covered by the shields,
Of valiant terror,
That explode in the fields.
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
**** **** **** ****
The blood of the valiant,
Is no longer red
It is black and it is blue,
Of overwhelming regret.
Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 9:17 PM UTC
Praise be the victor,
Praise be the name,
Praise be the feeling,
His slaughtering attains.
Praise be his face,
That he does not feign,
Praise be his ******
Whose name is in vain.
Praise be the victor,
Who so humbly remains,
Leaves his opponent,
In the flash of a grenade.
Praise be his creed,
Praise his beliefs,
Shun the other’s ideals,
Don’t allow defeat.
Praise be his country,
Praise be his people,
Who so angrily shout,
Something oh-so evil.
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
**** **** **** ****
The television screen,
So brightly entrancing,
Cheer for your side,
The enemy’s advancing.
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
**** **** **** ****
They hide in little shelters,
Covered by the shields,
Of valiant terror,
That explode in the fields.
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
**** **** **** ****
The blood of the valiant,
Is no longer red
It is black and it is blue,
Of overwhelming regret.
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