Bludgeon - Fighting the Tigers

Searching the horizon
I'm his prey
I hope I'm not his target today
Our tanks are weak and thin
But we're so many we will win
But I still feel the need to hope and pray
That someone else will catch his 88
Someone elses tank will detonate
Someone else will feed the bloody slaugher
These sherman tanks of ours are tiger fodder
My three inch shell can't even penetrate
The four inch thickness of his armor plate
But we will swarm on him like flies
In this world everyone dies
But I still feel the need to hope and pray
The desert fox smells our blood
Boiling in the desert heat
We advance beyond our dead
Shells are bursting at our feet
Vultures circle overhead
Starting to descend
We fight to get him in our range
I pray that I survive the end