The bombs that crush the ground
As the dust and debry surrounds
Reasons and reasons why?
Does this land have to die
Planes and their forces, danger at it sources
Rolling free, why can this be?
Tanks roll attacking the innocent
Evil hounds picking up human scents
The thunder that forms from with in
Let it ride just like free will
The army of death reeks of stupidity
Land of the Beline thinks they cantrol this small town
Wanting this land, blood and bodies hand in hand
Reasons these people demand
As this army which is deep with men and artillery
Cannot over come this towns final stand
The commander of Carrick last leader alive
Has only one plan and one idea to survive
With limited weapons and a weakening defence
A strike at night time is the only idea that makes sense
Rain and lightening that fires from the sky
Once again the danger is there, the death toll begins to scare
Marching and marching in the night filled with fright
No way in hell that this little army has any chance in the light
Crossing the river, with speed which is what they need
As they close in on enemy territory, a simple sound awakes the hounds
Men awaken and sound the bell, the army of Beline is awaken
Loads of men run out with guns and armor, this army is now shaken
Bullets begin to fire, the small army retreats
Hiding in the tree's as the enemy makes their final move
One soldier runs out with a bag of granades his form is smooth
Running out of the tree's, off to the side
When the enemy was only focused on where the rest hide
Building by building this one soldier throws a granade in
The booming sound, fire and flames roar
Many of the Beline's soldiers wondering what all the comotion is for
As they turn around, their entire fort is destroyed
The men are quickly annoyed, Running towards this solo man
Who infact has an even greater plan
Out of the fire and flames, a gigantic tank emerges
The small hidden army of Carrick makes a final surge
With Beline's men and leaders watching this destruction in a gaze
The tank roaring like a train mowing down the debri
Carrick's army fires bullets left and right
Shooting any enemy soldier in sight
Smoke is unbearable, the area is in a fog
The enemy is in a disarray, men with no purpose
Temperatures rising like a furnace
Beline surrenders, throwing their weapons to the ground
Small army of Carrick, which was hiding in the woods
Surrounding this one time great and evil army to be foun
Who is this "Mystery man" the men wonder
Standing silently as they still hear the sound of thunder
A man slowly gets out of the tank
Soldiers rush to this man to thank
To their suprise, it is the commander him self
Many thought he was in his office admiring his wealth
With a grin on his face, and a empty bag which was full of granades
Boy's that is how a battle is won
Quickly he dissapears by the rising of the sun
The soldiers march home with victory
Wondering forever how this commander was a mystery
Was he only a ghost?, was he a vampire?
What ever he was, they all agreed he was great in the line of fire
The Soldiers will forever remember this day
This epic event will be in their minds to stay
