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Sniper

The battle has come, I stroke my gun
I can see him, he can’t see me
From far I bring pure agony
My hand is calm, this gun in my arm
With cold precision!
His end is set, a bang he is dead
Leathal decision!
The battle has come, I stroke my gun
I bang the drums of war!
I deliver shock and awe!
My hand is calm, this gun in my arm
With cold precision!
His end is set, a bang he is dead
Leathal decision!
Help me! I’ll kill the! Enemy! Set me free!
Help me! Reality! Hurts me! Let me be!
Far away I see the shape, no chance for him to escape
His life shall be my target, I’m his fate, I’ll never forget
He will die, he won’t cry
Far away I see the shape, no chance for him to escape
His life shall be my target, I’m his fate, I’ll never forget
He will die, can’t say goodbye
He won’t yell, I send him to hell!
I can not sleep at night
It seems I’ve lost that fight

Tonight I’ll walk into the light and end this fight

Viron – sniper

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