Slowly, deliberately the safety is taken off
AK-47, Kalashnikov, the instrument of death is made ready.
Click, a drawn out sound, made stealthily
Crack crack crack crack crack,
With a sudden burst the symphony begins.
The still night is suddenly awoken from her sweet slumber.
CONTACT RIGHT!
With a thundering crash, the metal bees search for their targets
buzzing around men's head's.
Move!
Thunk... flash is the report from the 203.
Boom as the door flies off of her hinges,
Quickly, in, find them!
The din envelopes the listener,
the sound of death.
Suddenly quiescence is restored,
AK 47, Kalashnikov is silent!
