Hollow Storm
Take a look out your window,
Listen for sounds of hard feet.
Gears and Centaurs and derricks,
Clogging Jacinto's streets.
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The weather is on our side today,
The sun blazing high in the sky.
The light of our star reflects off our armour,
Of the Gears marching by.
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From Jacinto to wasteland to forest,
Even on blistering sand.
Hollow Storm will continue,
Humanity's final stand.
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No single word is uttered,
As King Raven's take to the sky.
And marching ahead, removing all dread,
Are the Gears passing by.
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We take the fight to the Locust,
To finally end this war.
Encouragement follows the steps of the COG,
Overshadowed by Centaur roars.
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Taking a ride to Landown,
A mission that is do or die.
The odds are bleak, we could suffer defeat,
Yet still the Gears march by.
