Standing alone inside the fog of war
The enemy boats run up sea, land-bound
Louder than those sirens blaring ashore
The hazelike roar as we stomp way down-shore
Enemy troops fire on orders, aground
Standing alone inside the fog of war
The long-range rifles rattle to the core
We sink gun ships and all aboard be drowned
Louder than those sirens blaring ashore
The war-zoned wasteland covered in gore
Alone I stand never making a sound
Standing alone inside the fog of war
And as I here stand in complete abhor
"RUN" the shouts of soldiers from all over 'round
Louder than those sirens blaring ashore
Beneath all is a beg for antiwar
And to no one's shock, this war is inbound
Standing alone inside the fog of war
Louder than those sirens blaring ashore
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