Toward the Crimea it crawls,
A black behemoth from the west.
The Black Sea Fleet protects an arms cache,
troops feel the earth tremble, become its prey.
Forged in misery from hatred and pride,
A vision of horror and hell descried.
A hulking weapon of evil unbound,
The thunderous discharge a terrible sound.
A steel mammoth built from insane dreams,
its munitions give rise to thousands of screams
Fortifications crumble, roof tops set ablaze forming a deadly maze.
At the White Cliff in Severnaya Bay, nine shells are fired in a horrific display.
The punishing behemoth moves on freshly laid track, inching closer into range where Gustav will launch his attack
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