The White Raven

A neutral peace comes from painted pieces A brutal feast on the tainted beasts and A white machine gun, a white machine gun Baby blue grenade, a shade of kelly green machine gun My uniform is invisible My camouflage is invisible I dip my hands into sand, now I'm visible Sewin' leaves onto my skin and my material My motives are invisible My armor is invincible The arms will go where the army goes A raven black in the fallen snow A palpitation from a heart of gold A bit of salvation in thе bitter cold My uniform is invisible My camouflage is invisiblе I dip my hands into sand and I'm visible Sewin' leaves onto my skin and my material My motives are invisible My armor is invincible