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The sky is black from cyanide, the clouds I see twisted pride

The fury on the ground shall rise ammong the sound of grisly cries.



I fought but not a word was uttered , but death is a shroud all around,

around the ground, of blood and bone, I die, but no, not alone....



If I die in the combat zone, I will not die alone, alone

and I stand or fall, it matters not, but that I stand and fall and faught.

If I go tell that pretty girl that I died so she could live,

If I die in the combat zone, I have faced the gun now I have won.



Its almost here, I can touch it now, it whispers in my ears

But I'm not through till I'm through you see, and I'll kill and still I

bleed...



I'm lungshot, ain't no hope for me, gotta go and rest in peace at least.



You can leave me here, since the time is near, but I said I'm not done, so

I'll grab my gun...

And I'll crawl with every ounce of strength  to the demon watching you.

He's got an AK, yea, you think your f**ked, stare at him with fear not

luck.



If I die in the combat zone I will not die alone, alone

and I stand or fall it matters not, but I stand and fall and faught.

If I go tell that pretty girl that I died so she could live,

If I die in the combat zone, I have faced the gun now I have won.



In the chamber lies the heat of death,

to all it looks serine,

In your hands, an M92F,

HA, but with an empty magazine.



He aims at you and you know your through, your life is flashing by...

But what you hear ain't the sound of death, they are... MY cries.



So I jumped in the path of broken wrath and I think its time to dance..

Maybe I might see the gates of hell, but I gave you another chance.



I just died in the combat zone, and now my soul is floating home.

Don't need my name etched on the grave, instead remember it was you I

saved.

tell that pretty girl of mine, that she can see me one last time

I may have died, but I died free, now death ain't got nothing on me.



Tell that pretty girl of mine I died so she could live,

I pray that I get mercy from him, dear lord, I pray, FORGIVE.