Through the Firestorm JT Music & Miracle Of Sound & Andrea Storm Kaden

Eyes to the sky, ears to the ground
Flag flyin' high, and we never let our sights down
Lives on the line, as we turn the tide of war
None left behind, fight onward through the firestorm

You can best me in battle-still won't win the war
Fold up your flag, I'll take over your fort
I'm a man of morale-I know from the score
Just how much attrition the foe can afford
Ammo is low, show me support
Plenty of scopes, we don't need no more
"Medic can I get some Dope?!" Oh my lord
After we win I'll be owed an award
Conscientious, but I'm no objector
Brought a Molotov, I'll roast you for sure
Don't hold onto hope, when you know it's all over
I'll show you my coldest shoulder- ignored
You're bloody and coated in gore
I wonder how soaked are your drawers?
I'm gonna bulldoze your forces
Not before I'm done smoking the fuhrer
That's why I'm training my corps
No, this ain't your home anymore
Now it's our house, I'll kick open your door
Rip off your roof leave you totally floored
Splinter the ceiling, shatter and smash
I'll leave you reeling, rattled and thrashed
Raze you to rubble, and after you're ash
I'll write up a treaty-to throw in the trash

Eyes to the sky, ears to the ground
Flag flyin' high, and we never let our sights down
Lives on the line, as we turn the tide of war
None left behind
Fight onward through the firestorm

Guilty as charged, with hostile assault
Leading the charge, you're brought to a halt
I'll smash and grind you, tenderize you
Dice you up, and toss you with salt
I got a band of brothers
But I gotta thank my mother
For raising me to treat all as equals
'Cept for Nazis, they're not people
Nah, I'm not a misogynist
Equality's on my list
I'll fight with the women
I'll die with the women
I'll slaughter one too if I gotta, bitch
Cuz I don't discriminate killing my enemies
You're good as dead if you mess
With or threaten me
Pocket your tags, you're nothing but memory
I'll make your head my centerpiece
Backhand to face, forehand to spank
I'll man-handle your panzer tanks
You won't see it coming - I plan to flank
Now show some respect, you stand outranked
Just like when dad and I have a catch
You throw me a 'nade I'm sending it back
So put up your mits and, load up your mags
I got this battlefield in the bag

Eyes to the sky, ears to the ground
Flag flyin' high, and we never let our sights down
Lives on the line, as we turn the tide of war
None left behind
Fight onward through the firestorm

We are mothers
We are fathers, sons, and daughters
As the world is set on fire
We unite, divide and conquer
For our country
And the honor
From the ashes we will rise
On land
Or by water
With our wings up in the sky

Eyes to the sky, ears to the ground
Flag flyin' high, and we never let our sights down
Lives on the line, as we turn the tide of war
None left behind
Fight onward through the firestorm

(Fight onward through the firestorm)
(Fight onward through the firestorm)
(Fight onward through the firestorm)
(Fight onward through the firestorm)