I am tired of the great battle, Just won
I can’t get no satisfaction trough the end
Because we should persue the enemy now on
The spirit of the Wolf in me is find
The weight of my shoulders become lighter
I start to run with my rifle in hand
The rest of my platoon runs much more slower
We are getting deeper in the enemy land
Leaving behind all that he can not carry
Still we keep in their track for us to fight
Going for their flank, Just as I tought
Nowhere left to run, what should they do?
They should choose an option of only two
Fixing our bayonets... You will be sorry
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