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>Happy ten thousand’s, everybody,
>Russia’s on the lose.
>Steel beasts burn on roads and fields,
>A war machine’s abuse.
>Ten thousand ghosts now haunt the land,
>Their turrets torn apart.
>Mighty boasts of swift conquest—
>Falling, piece by part.
>A relic’s march through mud and flame,
>A dream of empire old.
>Yet rust and fire claim their prize,
>As myths of power fold.
>Ten thousand wrecks, ten thousand graves,
>Yet still the war goes on.
>But every tank that meets its fate,
>Is one more hope withdrawn.
