Nevertheless many years has past still you can sence Death's presence. Starveling weak surrounded men and mashine gun teach them how to die!
Oh, outskirts! Oh, mirkwood swamps! Who did scattered human bones and left the scores of restless souls here in this place?.. Still you can smell, smell the shag and hear the shots and almost see those warriors Fight.
Fateful lapse of headquarters was honored again by fighters blood. A Curse on thee, who benefits! Was it fallacy or conspiracy?
Suffering, rage and fear took its toll on this land so battle is resumed by undead Outskirts, mirkwood swamps forever keeps silence of bravery, Keeps silence of ...treachery
Birds is not nesting here And animals couldn't be seen. It's Swamps of Death.