Doors drop as hell unfolds.
Earth shaking; the mortar takes it’s toll.
Behind the barricade the waves run red.
Upon the shore they crash a crimson rose of death.
The bodies of my brothers impede my passage through the fray.
Cold, lifeless, left forgotten; drown within their watery graves.
Boots on the bloody sand.
Press on and take your stand.
Hold fast your fellow man.
Through blood and battle born again.
Gore spattered battle ground.
Men lost never to be found.
Eyes locked and press to the ridge.
“Make your stand!”
Our backs pressed to the cliffs.
Death rains with each step.
We’ve gone too far to turn back now,
“Stand by me brothers!”

INVIA LE CORREZIONI