The Battle You enter the battle, anticipating a kill Though you won't earn it, till you show your skill First there's a big one, a small one, to-boot Then you take aim, rejuvenating your shoot Inky black eyes glisten in the midst A chorus of shooting making a hiss Will you make it? Will you find your way? Or will you remain to fight another day? From Swash to Python to Irbis to Clay From Lava to Jade you say what you need to say From Firebird to Ricochet and everything in between With the stealth of Wasp you can not be seen Or strut your stuff with your Isida M3 Pompous Mammoths will not flee Let the beat of the turret pump your heart Allow the flow of the hull slalom your blood from the start Enter with courage and leave in dignity Live with brethren and die in modesty So, when you enter a battle, anticipating a kill YOU WON'T WIN TILL YOU SHOW YOUR SKILL!