Lost Patrol

Marines lost in the jungle

The enemy all around

The paths and earth are shifting

Your comrades hit the ground

You may lose the foe in running

But also lose your friends

This blood soaked jungle ramble

Has no hope or happy end

The screams out in the darkness

The snap of twisted bones

One by one your brothers fall

Till you face the foe alone

Outnumbered at a dead end

Brandishing your blade

To die brave as a hero

The devils must be paid


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