SovietTurtle's Battle Zone

In the night so cold Soviet turtle bold Drops into the game Call of Duty fame Controller in hand Across the frozen land Search and Destroy the plan He's a shell-clad man Soviet turtle In the battle zone Crushing enemies On his own Shell of steel And fire in his eyes Winning rounds While the time flies Maps the frozen ground Footsteps so profound Tracked by every sound Enemies inbound Glories to be won He plays till the sun Rising with the run Victory begun Soviet turtle In the battle zone Crushing enemies On his own Shell of steel And fire in his eyes Winning rounds While the time flies