It roars like a dragon, a fiery God purging everything in his path.
Hold down that trigger and the whoosh drowns out everthing else. Focus on the noise and you can almost convince yourself you don't hear the screams.
By the time the tank is empty, everything's over, even the men are quiet. There's nothing but the crackling of burning thatch.
You see Ernie, it's not the noise that keeps me awake at night. It's the silence.
Hold down that trigger and the whoosh drowns out everthing else. Focus on the noise and you can almost convince yourself you don't hear the screams.
By the time the tank is empty, everything's over, even the men are quiet. There's nothing but the crackling of burning thatch.
You see Ernie, it's not the noise that keeps me awake at night. It's the silence.
