Strike! Again! Again! Oh, heaven!
Why have you left your trusty sons?
One ... Three ... Five ... SEVEN!
Oh God! there was a thousand of us!
Enemy strikes. The skies are burning,
My heart is trembling in the rythm of canon's beat
And still some warriors are earning
A bullet into heart or head or feet...
They're moving forward, they don't wait,
Their Victory is almost done,
And like a slave who waits his fate
I'm sitting, gazing at this "fun".
And yes, my "farewell" has been said,
It really will not take a lot
To make a shot into my sinful head -
See, Lord, I was the one whom you forgot!
Strike! Again! Again! Oh, heaven!
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