Through the dim lighting
the visual sights of sparks flying
making the body hesitate before entering any battlezone
the sound of gunfire
bullets spraying
wondering when and if they'll stop
holding my rifle close i pray
with the last pump of adrenaline
throwing your body to the wolves
knowing very well existence may end
rifle scope lined upĀ
bang,bang,still just shattered noise in the pendulum of war
the angel of death watching me with sinister eyes
waiting for the one mistake that will lead me to to the grave
soldiers prayer