The devil bent his knee in hell, a tear in his eye.. |
Clown 1-28-10 Gear check. Frags an' a knife Backup comes with death Only for the lucky ones. So marched the men - Suicide squad of the first brigade. The toughest men in all the land Prosecution time and time again Split blood and bit bullets for breakfast Or got tired, and simply screamed. Could of had the noose But they wanted one more fight To purge their records, Clear their slates And most importantly - Settle the score. So marched the first brigade Toughest men in all the land To spill blood one last time But many only screamed... Pins were pulled, but Grenades weren't thrown - So marched the devil's brigade. It's really burning, here A hundred thirty degrees It's really flaming, here Steam rose off the Devil's Brigade And their eyes burned to, in glee. More screaming, the moods so cold Here, the hates so warm, here. If they're human, no one can tell A gore drenched sign stood in time Crippled before the men, it read- Welcome to hell. And on marched, the Devil's Brigade. They bore upon the enemy like An army of fiends, never regret They tore at eyes and ripped at legs, they spit in the face and fought on, You have to give em' that, Boy, they fought. But numbers quickly overcame The Devil's Brigade The Army of fiends The condemned. Twelve, or perhaps eleven Their count mattered little- They were surrounded There was no hope Until they were whisked away By the relief platoon of death. They fought till the last breath The men in the suicide squad of the First brigade, they fought like devils, An army of fiends. But that was it. Only, only, But only they were men. Stood the final two Back to back, knife to knife, Eye or an eye, life for a life. They fought like demons, an Army of fiends, till finally, Death brought the Relief. But still fought the two, Fought the demons in hell. Legends, they say, are made to fall And fall, did the son. Though the devil didn't notice His only son bend knee in hell- Back to back, knife to knife, Eye for an eye and life for a life- The fallens head cocked An awkward angle, teeth crooked In a loopy grin, eyes shuttered In the lust of relief. Damnit, son, stop clowning around! For first spoke the devil As he fell to a knee- His head bent questioningly Teeth barred in a smile of hate Eyes wide in shock- The devil clamped his teeth too slow And screamed, as he fell. The devil bent his knees A tear burning through his eyes As he met his end in The battle of hell... So succumbed the Devil's Brigade The army of fiends The ghouls of avarice. And on that day, the first brigade Bent their knee to the army in hell- Falling, finally, to nothing more Then a man's only relief. |