SS-18 - Battalions of the Last War
Текст:
The final war of last epoch Ending with grandiose battle. On the edge of two tortured worlds, On the edge of sense and stretched nerves. Frenetic wheeze of heavy machinery Rolling from horizon to horizon. Hundreds of thousands gaping muzzles Directed to focus on each other. Panzer columns are ready for battle, Weapons are charged with nuclear death. No way back, no future ahead. Bloody salute gives final countdown... Fire! Fire! Fire! Hail! Hail! Hail! Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire! Hail! Hail! Hail! Explosive pond spreads the shriek of steel. Boiling cauldron spits with blasts. Thermonuclear air turns armor Into unified crumpled mass. |
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