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We
are called the Imperial Guard. Gained from each of
the planets below. When my friends died, I saw their
blood, Filling cracks in mosaics of
floor.
R:
Where were all when the Tyranids
came? Where were they all the time that we
fought? It's a heresy - make such a blame. I said
nothing, It was just a thought.
All of mighty
powersuited marines watch us fighting and smile as we
die. Their banners are riding the winds, As our
standarts the mud can't deny.
R:
Where were
all when the Tyranids came? Where were they all the
time that we fought? It's a heresy - make such a
blame. I said nothing, It was just a
thought.
Please, do not try to find a way
out, When the death open doors to within. If
retreat, you'll be pinned down by scout Or officially
sent assassin.
R:
Where were all when the
Tyranids came? Where were they all the time that we
fought? It's a heresy - make such a blame. I said
nothing, It was just a thought.
Driven ladies
that Sisters of Battle Neither front or the ranks
stand they are. They avoid all of fast flying
metal, Watching our rear from
afar.
R:
Where were all when the Tyranids
came? Where were they all the time that we
fought? It's a heresy - make such a blame. I said
nothing, It was just a thought.
We are called the
Imperial Guard. I have fought on planet below. All
my friends saw my fall, and red blood, Filled the
cracks in mosaics of floor.
АВТОР: Владимир Винников |