War's Embrace

Above, I see death hailing from heaven
As our foes fly toward us in endless waves
Within my arms, I clutch my steel weapon
The skies will rain with blood for us to bathe
The impact of my bullets will cause death
To all the vast hordes of the forlorn swarm
There will be no time to relax or rest
Lest comrades come to know Death's dark form
Tanks are set in position to commence
the reign of blood that will save our woe'd world
from certain oblivion, to and from whence
these horrors appear in their grotesque fashion
May the gods smile on us this grave day
And grant us brav'ry to keep beasts at bay