Soldiers who sleep in their armor
Who hug their shields
Are surrounded by fear
And a negative field
Crossing into enemy territory
They suddenly become cold
Their eyes become icy
It is not pretty
As they gather
Even the animals are running.
Who hug their shields
Are surrounded by fear
And a negative field
Crossing into enemy territory
They suddenly become cold
Their eyes become icy
It is not pretty
As they gather
Even the animals are running.
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