3 Inches of Blood - Execution Tank
This is the end, the final fightSpitting fire as it rolls across the graveUnearthly force and cruel designFeel the tremors of a sadistic death machineShells explode overheadMass obliteration begunCertain death, no remorseAre you prepared for what's to comeSentenced to face the executionCannon will aim right for your facePrecise and true the execution tankThe execution tankEndless rounds of bullets will not pierceArmor so thick it withstands every attackDemoralized it's enemies will runOnly to delay the fateThe tank will bring to themBodies blown clean apartAnother thousand widows cry with griefSkulls are crushed by it's treadsThe war cannot be wonWhen facing this beastSurrender your life to the execution tankIt's like a terrifying stormWith it's bloody hulking formAn objective that is never doneHatred pours from every gun
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