Roll Out

This is my world, this is my Holy war Word is no more, and all I hear is roar My will is strong, I am in fire glow The armor-clad machine, I head for what I need I am the type with fire in the skies This land is mine, attack is on my mind I roar and shine, I'm rushing into fight I leave my severe home; I roll out on my own I am the law, I am the Iron Claw I see my world, it is black and white I know I beat my track with fire and the sword In battlefield my home, I die where I was born I am the thing, the real war machine Steel is my skin, the battle in dream I beat my track, It is only way to win The only way I know, the never ending war Roll out Roll out Roll out Roll out

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

We shall go across the snowbound field We shall go above the field of death We shall search for the valiant warriors there Those who died for you, those who died for us One lies lifeless, where sabres mangled him Here lies one impaled with an arrow shaft From their wounds hot red blood like the rain was shed On our native soil, on the ancient fields He who fell for homeland in noble death Shall be blest by friends stood still side by side And to him, brave man, who remained alive We shall be the faithful friends, brothers in arms We shall not assess the rich armor Golden charm in battle does not mean anything We shall eulogize the valiant men Hark, ye warriors brave, lionhearted men

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025