Golden Eagle on the sea, sharp eyes seeking thee. Guns are firing, steel is flying. Laurel leaves of glory, dice the fate, no worry. Empire too old, not reigning this world. Italian navy’s test. Alea acta est! KM guerilla war, made it too far. Eagle lost his cross, sign of epic loss, rules ground around, short feet trust was found. Thousand years fed beast, expand to the West and East. Millions as single greave, fatherland’s kids to leave. Single turn. No return. Red sun nation, action stations, Biggest guns were cast, Lance torpedoes run fast. Air full of heaviest shells, sea of wakes and bubble trails. Sky is giving metal rain, die with honor, lives in vain.
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…quietly reflects the disasters that follow when dreams fall into the wrong hands.