Just bought myself a 'Desert Eagle'. I'm on my way. An accelerating
feeling.
My full clips of ammo are well spent. They drop like flies, my barrel is
roaring.
The next stage is different and much harder. Causalities of war are
increasing in number.
Still I get my body count and so the enemy is loosing out. The perfect
setup.
  
The frontline, the enemy. Shooting till there gone. 
Getting killed means starting again. Can't wait to get them all.
  
Mercy is something I will not give. Mercy. No more
Mercy is something I will not give. Mercy.
  
Grenades fall al around. Nowhere to hide. My bud is wounded facing death
with pride.
Enemy is spotted. Kill more is what I hear. Facing the enemy. The thrill
of it all.
  
The frontline, the enemy. Shooting till there gone.
Getting killed means starting again. Can't wait to get them all.
  
Mercy is something I will not give. Mercy. No more.
Mercy is something I will not give. Mercy. Can't give.
Mercy is something I will not give. Mercy. No more
Mercy is something I will not give. Mercy.
  
Mercy is something I will not give. Mercy. No more.
Mercy is something I will not give. Mercy. Can't give.
Mercy is something I will not give. Mercy. No more.
Mercy is something I will not give. Mercy.