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 hand into sand, now I'm visible

Sewing 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 the bitter cold

My uniform is invisible

My camouflage is invisible

I dip my hands into sand and I'm visible

Sewing leaves onto my skin and my material

My motives are invisible

My armor is invincible