I was listening to this song, "Toy Soldier," by I:Scintilla and before the first line was done I thought "HOLY SHIT THIS WAS WRTTEN FOR GERMANY I HAVE TO WRITE SOMETHING FOR IT." Listen to the song. It's pure awesome. I changed the lyrics to prevent over-repetition and to make it make more sense. Terrible to have to ruin the song.

This is post-WWII. Germany is in prison, I guess…

Link for you all: .com/watch?v=zzTIm-aKjgc&feature=related This is a great lyrics video.

Y(NCG#TOXZU#COMFDV#KFDMSHF

Damn war…He looked at his bloody and torn wrists, chafed and gouged. Expression blank, he belied the terror and chaos running rampant.

It was all his fault, all his fault…he clutched his ears, trying to block out the screams that echoed down the empty halls, that pierced his skin and drew blood, red trails mingling with crazed tears as he sat alone.

"Germany!" He turned. Usual slicked back hair hung in his eyes and he was covered with deep gashes. Blue eyes dull and weary, he lifted his gaze to meet the messenger who stood before him.

"A letter. It's urgent, I've been told. From an unknown sender."

He nodded and took the slim parcel from the man hand, bleeding hands staining the stiff paper. Tearing open the envelope, he threw it to the floor, busy unfolding the letter. Dark red ink was printed across the paper.

Boy of the surge…compliance won't make you a man. Now you have deciphered the secret written in the sand.

Stand against the sky. Force reasons to die, 'til boots come untied, you'll try to believe his lie.
Built beyond the archetype, trick yourself into the fight. Soot and gun will hide the night. Convince yourself that it's right.
Master warhead puppetry…
Undeserving idolatry…
Inner circle loyalty…
The willing now called elite…

Boy of the surge…compliance won't make you a man. Now you have deciphered the secret written in the sand.

Now you understand what rests in your hands. Clear and hold the land. By killing another man, whose safety do you fight for? Admit that you can't ignore you don't trust those keeping score. Write your letters reassure…
Gunshot rationality…
Just a casual casualty…
Just part of the strategy…
The willing now called elite…

Boy of the surge…compliance won't make you a man. Now you have deciphered the secret written in the sand.

Sing of fire sing of will
Sing to justify the kill

Boy of the surge…compliance won't make you a man. Sleeping makes you suffer, the secrets buried in the sand… Boy of the surge…compliance won't make you a man. Now you have deciphered the secret written in the sand.

He let the letter drop out of his hands.