Post by Skribbblie on Jun 29, 2010 3:55:02 GMT
The enemy is at our gates.
This conflict ends tonight.
The armies that we trained so hard
have lost the will to fight.
The outcome is decidedly certain;
we fight with empty hands.
Whilst the tyrant's armies blast us
from their rolling tin cans.
The enemy is at our gates.
This night will be are last.
"Come out now," the commander says
"We'll be sure to make it fast…"
We know that death is guaranteed.
We know that it is near.
The enemy can feel it;
our quickly growing fear.
Will we continue to fight to no avail,
or greet death with open arms?
Our hope is now as dark
as the ash of our burning farms.
Now the tyrant's blind troops
have crippled the wounded gates.
The end is here.
They've sealed our fates...
This conflict ends tonight.
The armies that we trained so hard
have lost the will to fight.
The outcome is decidedly certain;
we fight with empty hands.
Whilst the tyrant's armies blast us
from their rolling tin cans.
The enemy is at our gates.
This night will be are last.
"Come out now," the commander says
"We'll be sure to make it fast…"
We know that death is guaranteed.
We know that it is near.
The enemy can feel it;
our quickly growing fear.
Will we continue to fight to no avail,
or greet death with open arms?
Our hope is now as dark
as the ash of our burning farms.
Now the tyrant's blind troops
have crippled the wounded gates.
The end is here.
They've sealed our fates...
