Lord Of The Tanks
Lord Of The Tanks rode one night
Out through the gateways of time
Ram-II a great charger
In a cloack of white mist
He charged other tank
Like a storm
Dark was the night
For he'd gathered the tanks in his flank
To light a path through the road
While the tracks of his charger
Made comets of fire
Bewitching all tanks
Behold them
Lord Of The Tanks, nobody knows
Wether he goes, nobody knows
Below a dark forest in caves of black granite
The tanks of enemy dwelled in oblivion
Betraying one another in endless confusion
But the Lord Of The Dark had bewitched them
From tanks first creation
The wise men and engineers
And all workers of industry
Had warned of the wreckoning
The war and the fire
And the arty of destruction that follows the path
Of evil
Far above the wide oceans and thundering rivers
Through the sun and the rain
And the turn of the seasons
Rode the god of tanks
While all around him celestial tankers
Friends from the void before tank was woven
Honour his tank with words of white fire
And carry his robes of camouflage
But in the peace of a valley
A young M5 Stuard was born
Filling the night with his firing
And an old tanker gave thanks to the Lord Of The Tanks,
Whose battle is not with innocence
But the planes of the air were silent
Knowing the time had come
When time is forgotten
The waters were stilled
The mountains stood empty
But the cities were deaf
Long long ago
Enough, cried a voice and the earth was awaking
Poor and the rich felt the brink of the fire
Death and destruction rode out together
Turning the world to a funeral pyre
It was the Lord Of The Tanks
Gathering in the harvest
I thank the Lord Of The Tanks
Gathering in the harvest
Gathering in the harvest
And from the scraps and the thunder of tanks and their destruction
His eyes dark with sorrow
The Lord Of The Tanks
Gathered in his harvest
But to the old and helpless
The weak and the humble
To the children of light tanks
His words of compassion
Breathed on them gently
Resolving the darkness across the great valley that rumbled with fire
And from the death and destruction
The Lord Of The Tanks
Carried the fuel of the harvest
To freedom
EDIT
this is for competition and i will make music for song soon
Lord Of The Tanks
Lord Of The Tanks rode one night
Out through the gateways of time
Happy Leichtraktor a great charger
In a cloack of white mist
He charged Angry Arty
Like a storm
Dark was the night
For he'd gathered the Holy Loewe in his flank
To light a path through the road
While the tracks of his charger
Made comets of fire
Bewitching all tanks
Behold them
Lord Of The Tanks, nobody knows
Wether he goes, only Shrek knows
Below a dark forest in caves of Dragon
The 7 dwarves dwelled in oblivion
Betraying one another in endless confusion
But the Lord Of The Dark had bewitched them
From tanks first creation
The wise men and engineers
And all workers of industry
Had warned of the wreckoning
The war and the fire
And the Angry Arty of destruction that follows the path
Of evil
Far above the wide oceans and thundering rivers
Through the sun and the rain
And the turn of the seasons
Rode the god of tanks
While all around him celestial tankers
Friends from the void before tank was woven
Honour his tank with words of white fire
And carry his robes of camouflage
But in the peace of a valley
A Brave Tanker was born
Filling the night with his firing
And an old Fairy Godmother gave thanks to the Lord Of The Tanks,
Whose battle is not with innocence
But the planes of the air were silent
Knowing the time had come
When time is forgotten
The waters were stilled
The mountains stood empty
But the cities were deaf
Long long ago
Enough, cried a voice and the earth was awaking
Poor and the rich felt the brink of the fire
Death and destruction rode out together
Turning the world to a funeral pyre
It was the Lord Of The Tanks
Gathering in the harvest
I thank the Lord Of The Tanks
Gathering in the harvest
Gathering in the harvest
And from the scraps and the thunder of tanks and their destruction
His eyes dark with sorrow
The Lord Of The Tanks
Gathered in his harvest
But to the old and helpless
The weak and the humble
To the children of light tanks
His words of compassion
Breathed on them gently
Resolving the darkness across the great valley that rumbled with fire
And from the death and destruction
The Lord Of The Tanks
Carried the 7 dwarves
To freedom
Lord Of The Tanks rode one night
Out through the gateways of time
Ram-II a great charger
In a cloack of white mist
He charged other tank
Like a storm
Dark was the night
For he'd gathered the tanks in his flank
To light a path through the road
While the tracks of his charger
Made comets of fire
Bewitching all tanks
Behold them
Lord Of The Tanks, nobody knows
Wether he goes, nobody knows
Below a dark forest in caves of black granite
The tanks of enemy dwelled in oblivion
Betraying one another in endless confusion
But the Lord Of The Dark had bewitched them
From tanks first creation
The wise men and engineers
And all workers of industry
Had warned of the wreckoning
The war and the fire
And the arty of destruction that follows the path
Of evil
Far above the wide oceans and thundering rivers
Through the sun and the rain
And the turn of the seasons
Rode the god of tanks
While all around him celestial tankers
Friends from the void before tank was woven
Honour his tank with words of white fire
And carry his robes of camouflage
But in the peace of a valley
A young M5 Stuard was born
Filling the night with his firing
And an old tanker gave thanks to the Lord Of The Tanks,
Whose battle is not with innocence
But the planes of the air were silent
Knowing the time had come
When time is forgotten
The waters were stilled
The mountains stood empty
But the cities were deaf
Long long ago
Enough, cried a voice and the earth was awaking
Poor and the rich felt the brink of the fire
Death and destruction rode out together
Turning the world to a funeral pyre
It was the Lord Of The Tanks
Gathering in the harvest
I thank the Lord Of The Tanks
Gathering in the harvest
Gathering in the harvest
And from the scraps and the thunder of tanks and their destruction
His eyes dark with sorrow
The Lord Of The Tanks
Gathered in his harvest
But to the old and helpless
The weak and the humble
To the children of light tanks
His words of compassion
Breathed on them gently
Resolving the darkness across the great valley that rumbled with fire
And from the death and destruction
The Lord Of The Tanks
Carried the fuel of the harvest
To freedom
EDIT
this is for competition and i will make music for song soon
Lord Of The Tanks
Lord Of The Tanks rode one night
Out through the gateways of time
Happy Leichtraktor a great charger
In a cloack of white mist
He charged Angry Arty
Like a storm
Dark was the night
For he'd gathered the Holy Loewe in his flank
To light a path through the road
While the tracks of his charger
Made comets of fire
Bewitching all tanks
Behold them
Lord Of The Tanks, nobody knows
Wether he goes, only Shrek knows
Below a dark forest in caves of Dragon
The 7 dwarves dwelled in oblivion
Betraying one another in endless confusion
But the Lord Of The Dark had bewitched them
From tanks first creation
The wise men and engineers
And all workers of industry
Had warned of the wreckoning
The war and the fire
And the Angry Arty of destruction that follows the path
Of evil
Far above the wide oceans and thundering rivers
Through the sun and the rain
And the turn of the seasons
Rode the god of tanks
While all around him celestial tankers
Friends from the void before tank was woven
Honour his tank with words of white fire
And carry his robes of camouflage
But in the peace of a valley
A Brave Tanker was born
Filling the night with his firing
And an old Fairy Godmother gave thanks to the Lord Of The Tanks,
Whose battle is not with innocence
But the planes of the air were silent
Knowing the time had come
When time is forgotten
The waters were stilled
The mountains stood empty
But the cities were deaf
Long long ago
Enough, cried a voice and the earth was awaking
Poor and the rich felt the brink of the fire
Death and destruction rode out together
Turning the world to a funeral pyre
It was the Lord Of The Tanks
Gathering in the harvest
I thank the Lord Of The Tanks
Gathering in the harvest
Gathering in the harvest
And from the scraps and the thunder of tanks and their destruction
His eyes dark with sorrow
The Lord Of The Tanks
Gathered in his harvest
But to the old and helpless
The weak and the humble
To the children of light tanks
His words of compassion
Breathed on them gently
Resolving the darkness across the great valley that rumbled with fire
And from the death and destruction
The Lord Of The Tanks
Carried the 7 dwarves
To freedom