To bring forth depair.
Stench of burning fuel,
Smoke sears the air.
Rumble in the distance,
Shakes the battlefield.
Soldiers drop weapons,
The rest will surely yield.
Satan's chariot of steel,
With armor of the gods.
Turrets turns, canon preens,
Tractor rips blood sod.
Perched upon a berm,
Turret turns, canon preens,
Enemy in the distance bow,
Their demise now foreseen.
Gun recoils in an instant,
Spits a piercing shell.
Soldiers in its range cry,
Behemoth comes from hell.
Made its bones at the Somme, carved out victories along the Rhone. Tiger, Panzer and Panther, Sherman, Matilda, Churchill, Vickers, Pershing, and Grant.