The Dark Sun of War
The rain falls over the ruins of BahmutTanks, with Z painted on them, burn in the fieldsSilence is a luxury during these battlesWhere every artillery shell equals a casualtyYesterday’s hardened
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The rain falls over the ruins of BahmutTanks, with Z painted on them, burn in the fieldsSilence is a luxury during these battlesWhere every artillery shell equals a casualtyYesterday’s hardened