The White Raven

A neutral peace comes from painted pieces
A brutal feast on the tainted beasts and
A white machine gun, a white machine gun
Baby blue grenade, a shade of kelly green machine gun

My uniform is invisible
My camouflage is invisible
I dip my hands into sand, now I'm visible
Sewing leaves onto my skin and my material
My motives are invisible
My armor is invincible

The arms will go where the army goes
A raven black in the fallen snow
A palpitation from a heart of gold
A bit of salvation in thе bitter cold

My uniform is invisible
My camouflage is invisiblе
I dip my hands into sand and I'm visible
Sewing leaves onto my skin and my material
My motives are invisible
My armor is invincible