He betrayed his country and took up arms against his own.
Survival was his fortune a prize best won alone.
When he crossed enemy lines with a rifle in his hands.
treachery pumped like poison blood through every corrupted gland.
And when he shot his countrymen, short of the bog they fell.
Little did he know that bog would swallow him whole for hell.
For your wet tongue and full stomach, your conscience will hunger and thirst.
If you are caught by the enemy remember there´s one thing worse.
To sell your soul to the oppressor, accept betrayal as your curse.
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