H'up, two, three, four,
words as heavy as before,
Lef', lef', lef', righ', lef',
Tis' a soldiers call to death.
As I find myself in a dust storm,
my chariot leaves me as a new born.
Open and naked in a world of malevolence,
N' all I have is a finger width of defence.
Cause I'm the Queens division at hand,
but I'm here to fight t' the last stand.
The Vikings we are landing here,
better prepare for this new fear.
Lead throbs and pounds the air,
I remove my helm and it whips my hair,
Feel me getting dangerous, I'm walking the line,
But my concern bounces back, white flag was fine.
Triggers pop to my right, as I shout to cease,
Her smile fades, her cheek a crease.
Just where the bullet passed through,
realisation of what happened just came true.
She falls.. broken face to the sand,
blood seeps all around while she tries to stand.
determination rules her eye, desperation floods her,
humanity leaves me by, now its just a blur.
Marky::..
17/08/2008
Welcome to the real world.
1st Battalion "The Vikings" Royal Anglian Regiment.
