Man with an evil look
He is tremendously protected
The devilish nice looking man is,
Plotting to do to a bad deed
Pain is in his eyes

Men looking scared as a pack of roaches when the light is cut on
Fighting desperately for his life
In an unknown land
Trying to watch his members back
As they pack tight and scratch for the last breath,
of their life

The fear of death is at their fingertips
The men are weak and powerless,
Men In a war, the taste of defeat is nasty and they feel it coming like a train
Looking at an incoming projectile

Its like an eye-flashing death coming
So all they could do is stare
Or maybe it was help of civil soldiers