Surrounded
Each side teems with enemy obstruct
Such paltry shield this wooded expanse feels
As the vast ocean of sky beyond
Brings forth tides of shell and steel
Survival
The anguished cries of wounded men
So overwhelmed by the sickly stench of death
The turbid smoke of armament pollutes our each and every breath
Surrender
Such wretched avenue
Even faced with such coercion, we’ve no desire to pursue
Such a fitting grave this wooded expanse feels
As quarter is finally passed on
And like an ever flowing stream they near
Those tides of shell and steel
Tides of shell and steel