Balaklava cold

Bring forth the overpowering grasp of balaklava
Our men are left gnawing on desperation
As their bodies give in to the torment that has stricken their souls
Amongst the hailing gunfire
I turn to my side
Only to find my fellow allies

Victimised by the mighty bear paw
And so I pray for all of them
Who truly need it

I praise them to the sky
A sky that is burning red
Lit up like a furnace

Exactly how I pictured the end of the world
Is it really worth it?
I look around
All that is left is the rotten cores of

The slowly decaying walking dead
And I refuse to take part!

I will not take part
Keep pushing forward
I will not take part
Keep pushing on