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Lyrics for Storm the Barracks
Storm the barracks
Storm the barracks, 04:00
Avenge my dead comrades
Bullet casing somersaulting
Onto body bags
A Diamond T is fast approaching
Senses are enhanced
My M240A is awaiting
Die upon impact
Eerily the perimeter is cast
Trip the flares; a dead mans photograph
An A-10 Warthog just above the trees
A chain fed Gatlin turns ominously
I'm convulsing like a brook trout
Ravaged in the sand
Blood becomes a dark red river
This breath is my last
Mamas gonna cry tomorrow
Drape me with a flag
Farewell with no open casket
A medal in her hand
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