The tanks were rattling like a thunder, The soldiers went to final fight, And here they carried young commander With head all broken outright. His tank was hit with armor-piercer So say good-bye to Guardian crew. Just four more corpses in the hillside Will add to fair morning view 'Cause now the vehicle is burning, Wait for the shells to detonate, You wanna live to see this morning But you're too weak and it's too late They'll lift us from beneath the wreckage Remove our bodies from the fray While fire and thunder from the cannons Escort us on our final way And telegrams will set a-flying To notify our next of kin: Your son will never be returning On leave he won't be stopping in His mother wails in the corner His father swats a creeping tear His love will never know for certain What fate befell her tanker dear A photo on her shelf will linger Among the yellowed books forlorn In tanker's garment, epaulets on And fiancé to her no more.
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