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Moscow 1941
The gentle drumbeat drove the soldiers on
Through the cold snow, and the clarinets’ brutal winds.
They reached Moscow…
Then the horns started, signalling the invasion of 1941.
As the Germans attacked, the flutes commanded the machine gun fire.
The basses started the artillery.
But, there was one tuba…
One tuba, overpowered by the other forces of death and destruction.
The tuba was the force of death.
It cried out when every soul... was brutally decimated.
The Russians heard the clarinets in the distance, and saw tiny drums moving towards them.
They readied their flutes, their basses, and their trumpets.
The flutes suddenly unleashed their hail of lead death.
The bass drum bombarded the Germans from the skies.
The trumpets, the trumpets.
Oh how the trumpets fought,
The trumpets were Moscow’s proud infantry.
The last line of defense between the motherland and the invasion of 1941
The Russians performed their glorious concert and pushed the Germans back,
So ends this brutal score.
The score of Moscow 1941.
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