March of the Blitzkrieg

March of the Blitzkrieg

By A.R.T


Cannons fire

And our situation is dire

Our men suffer from fatigue

We are falling to the blitzkrieg


Rommel presses further

Our resources on the burner

The earth shakes at their advance

We start to lose our stance


Buildings fall and bridges crumble

As my men stumble

Their wehrmacht closing in

Our tanks crushed like tin


We surrender

No longer a worthy contender

We are out of their league

For this is the blitzkrieg



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