War is Coming
Men get into position.
There’s a storm ahead.
Its coming….
Its rotten truth of moral decay and broken battles are endless.
The footsteps are raging on one by one….
Massacres are clearing its treacherous paths.
There is no escape.
We are surrounded.
They’re on their way…
Let us fight before we drown in our own misery.
Death can not take us apart.
We will not surrender.
They can not take us away.
We are not their slaves.
Soldiers, soldiers can you hear me?
We have stay and we have to fight.
For our country.
For our own sakes.
This is the time so let's do this right.
They won’t take our dignities.
It's who we are inside.
Their shells are breaking.
The bombs are bursting.
Come in comrade.
We are in for a mass of destruction.
Calling all forces...Calling all forces.
This is it.
We are in for the big hit.
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