>>14294184The crystal steppe, the white frozen hell,
Like a foggy nightmare, like a wrong turn
Machines rumble, engines drown Church bell
With the goal ahead, you are ordered to burn,
To terrorize, to topple, to ravage resistance,
To serve the Alliance, to maintain and assert
But upon the Arctic lies, your kin of distance
You feel like a traitor, you must desert
The cotton crawling skies, so blue and free,
Like a prophecy, like a utterance from God
Oceans roll below, lands come over the sea
With the duty ahead, with principle like a rod
To travel towards, to condemn, and to purge,
To serve the Sun, to secure sentient life
For the need to annihilate, is an ancient urge
You drop warhead, a cure for the Earth, but to Zion and Lodge a knife
