A hauntingly beautiful sight.
Walking corpses along the red field,
do it all in the name of glory.
Save the ones at home, they need it,
a beautiful wave of terror, rushing forward.
Such pretty bright lights and smoke.
Beautiful sprays of freedom,
falling down with such grace.
Lovely whistles in the air,
the song that ties all together.
Cries of anger, survival, victory...
Retreat now, it's over.
Because every soldier is dead.
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