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A green phantom stalks these battle lands, -
Thirty Ought Six in a Master's hands.-
Chamber a matched, perfect round,-
Slide home the bolt, forward and down.-
I Stay detached, loose and cool,
Time your breathing, remember the rule.-
Get them now, kill them clean,-
before they can hurt another W.C.R in to defeat.-
The first dies quick, the second has looked, -
that one dies fast, a third has booked.-
Number Three goes down, sight on Number Four,-
this one's for my Soldiers, of the Corps.-
Even now at home, I remember that scene,-
the four of them and a young killa tryin to rip our screen,-
I would do it again, once more with pride,-
to protect my Soldiers, the enemy has died.-
Thirty Ought Six in a Master's hands.-
Chamber a matched, perfect round,-
Slide home the bolt, forward and down.-
I Stay detached, loose and cool,
Time your breathing, remember the rule.-
Get them now, kill them clean,-
before they can hurt another W.C.R in to defeat.-
The first dies quick, the second has looked, -
that one dies fast, a third has booked.-
Number Three goes down, sight on Number Four,-
this one's for my Soldiers, of the Corps.-
Even now at home, I remember that scene,-
the four of them and a young killa tryin to rip our screen,-
I would do it again, once more with pride,-
to protect my Soldiers, the enemy has died.-
