Here's some recent history, set in tune,
A story for you,
Of a boy from troubled youth.
On a flight to Poland, where we landed,
Too much passion, so little room for understanding.
Boarding a train, was way too young for this,
Off to Kyiv, shit!
Quickly equipped and trained for a blitz.
Fast forward a bit,
106th day under the gun,
155th on the hunt.
Comrades on the run.
It was Sarge, Owen's, that paved the way.
Owen's said it was safe.
Oh, then blood drained from his face.
He lost his faith.
Wait—
We lost Owen's that day.
We were no match for the 155th, they came with tanks.
K's they sprayed,
About a thousand rounds a minute.
The line of fire, we couldn't "peek to get a hit in."
Ammunition...