Ghost Division Latsbrah
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Sept. 28, 2014 - The Golden One - Marcus Follin
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| Fast as the wind, the invasion has begun. | |
| Shaking the ground with a force of thousand guns Crossing the line of fire Thousands of hostile land, tanks leading the way Leading the way | |
| Charging the lines with the force of a furious storm Cost as the lightning phantom swarm Two hundred miles at nightfall Taking. | |
| We're in our day, Thus earning the name, Earning the fame. | |
| They are, the pulsar elite, born to compete, never in treating or dead, always ahead and by your dread. | |
| Always ahead as the blitz crease rages on Breaking morale with the sound of blazing guns Thus in the line of fire Thus into hostile land tanks leading the way Leading the way | |
| Leaving the trait of destruction to a foreign land | |
| Massive assault lifted Nazi plan Communications broken Hunters are far away Thus earning the name Earning the fame They are the panther elite born to compete Never retreat Living or dead always ahead and by the end | |
| Pushing the frontline force with a tremendous force Which is the way for Pancerclass Plus, in the line of fire, Pass into hostile land tanks, leading the way, Claiming the fame. | |
| They are the Pancer elite, born to compete, Never a dream Living or dead, always ahead and by your dread. |
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