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In a foreign field he lay. Lonely soldier unknown grave
Down south soldier


On his dying words he prays. Tell the world of Gibsonton
Third world soldier


My vengeance will be swift and terrible


Relive all that he's been through. Last communion of his soul
Many will die.


Rust your bullets with his tears. Let me tell you 'bout his years
I am the distance between two points


Forgotten. A Void.


Laying low in a blood filled trench. Killing time 'til my very own death
I dig holes brother.


On my face I can feel the falling rain. Never see my friends again
Well, I've got a bone to pick


And a nerve to pluck


In the smoke in the mud and lead. Smell the fear and the feeling of dread
A skin to get under


Soon be time to go over the wall. Rapid fire and the end of us all
And a home to wreck.


I've got ends to meet


Whistles, shouts and more gun fire. Lifeless bodies hang on barbed wire
So I've got a job to do.


Battlefield nothing but a bloody tomb. Be reunited with my dead friends soon


Acrimonious and sanctified


Many soldiers eighteen years. Drown in mud no more tears
Call me what you will.




Surely a war no-one can win. Killing time about to begin
Stick to your guns


The difference is mine are loaded.


Home, far away. From the war, a chance to live again
Taste the sting of your arrogance


Home, far away. But the war, no chance to live again
Stuck in this screeching bitch called life


Drop the coins and send you to Charon.


The bodies of ours and our foes. The sea of death it overflows
I will have my vengeance


In no man's land god only knows. Into jaws of death we go...
In this life or the next.


I've got a sucker to punch


Crucified as if on a cross. Allied troops they mourn their loss
And a back to stab


Coalition war propaganda machine. Such before has never been seen
A head to kick in


And a throat to to slit.


Swear I heard the angels cry. Pray to god no more may die


So the people know the truth. Tell the tale of Gibsonton
I've got a job to do


Harsh and unrepentant.


Cruelty has a human heart. Everyman does play his part


Terror of the men we kill. The human heart is hungry still
Acrimonious and sanctified
 
 
I stand my ground for the very last time. Gun is ready as I stand in line
 
Nervous wait for the whistle to blow. Rush of blood and over we go...
 
 
Blood is falling like the rain. Its crimson cloak unveils again
 
The sound of guns can't hide their shame. and so we die in Gibsonton
 
 
Dodging shrapnel and barbed wire. Running straight at the cannon fire
 
Running blind as I hold my breath. Say a prayer symphony of death
 
 
As we charge the enemy lines. A burst of fire and we go down
 
I choke a cry but no-one hears. Feel the blood go down my throat
 
 
Home,far away. From the war, a chance to live again
 
Home,far away. But the war, no chance to live again
 
 
See my spirit on the wind. Across the lines beyond the hill
 
Friend and foe will meet again. Those who died at Gibsonton


Call me what you will.


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Latest revision as of 16:34, 6 April 2010

Down south soldier

Third world soldier

My vengeance will be swift and terrible

Many will die.

I am the distance between two points

Forgotten. A Void.

I dig holes brother.

Well, I've got a bone to pick

And a nerve to pluck

A skin to get under

And a home to wreck.

I've got ends to meet

So I've got a job to do.


Acrimonious and sanctified

Call me what you will.


Stick to your guns

The difference is mine are loaded.

Taste the sting of your arrogance

Stuck in this screeching bitch called life

Drop the coins and send you to Charon.

I will have my vengeance

In this life or the next.

I've got a sucker to punch

And a back to stab

A head to kick in

And a throat to to slit.


I've got a job to do

Harsh and unrepentant.


Acrimonious and sanctified

Call me what you will.

Uprising.JPG Seeds Of Rebellion
Lord Alpharius had a hand in the Malton Uprising and overthrew the chafing yoke of the DEM oppressors.
Emln.png Malton Army of National Liberation
Alpharius believes in a Malton free of oppression and eveloped in freedom. Obliterate the corrupt goverment pigs!
Gasmask.jpg Gibsonton Nationals
This user or group acknowledges the Gibsonton Nationals as the crusaders for Gibsonton and its liberators.

Viva Gibsonton! Queen of Malton! Death to the Imperialists!

Darisflag1.PNG One man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter.
This user supports DARIS's Declaration of Independence
Highlander.jpg Monogamous
This user has only one, single, lone character in Malton.

Alts and zergs are for pansies.

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