Balaklava Cold

Bring forth the overpowering grasp of balaklava

Our men are left gnawing on desperation

As their bodies give in to the torment that has stricken their souls

Amongst the hailing gunfire

I turn to my side

Only to find my fellow allies...

Victimised by the mighty bear paw

And so I pray for all of them

Who truly need it

I praise them to the sky

A sky that is burning red

Lit up like a furnace

Exactly how I pictured the end of the world

Is it really worth it?

I look around

All that is left is the rotten cores of...

The slowly decaying walking dead

And I refuse to take part!

I will not take part

Keep pushing forward

I will not take part

Keep pushing on