The sun sets low in the west, Leaving behind a sky of red and gold, As the birds fly to their nests, And the day grows old.
The soldiers march in a line, Ready to defend what's theirs, With weapons sharp and fine, And hearts that never scare.
The base is hidden from sight, Camouflaged in the trees, Our troops are trained to fight, And keep it safe with ease.
Anyway, LVL 8 is tough.