Searching the horizon I'm his prey I hope I'm not his target today Our tanks are weak and thin But we're so many we will win But I still feel the need to hope and pray That someone else will catch his 88 Someone elses tank will detonate Someone else will feed the bloody slaugher These sherman tanks of ours are tiger fodder My three inch shell can't even penetrate The four inch thickness of his armor plate But we will swarm on him like flies In this world everyone dies But I still feel the need to hope and pray The desert fox smells our blood Boiling in the desert heat We advance beyond our dead Shells are bursting at our feet Vultures circle overhead Starting to descend We fight to get him in our range I pray that I survive the endTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
