QUIET SHADOWS
Аудиозапись
1.
The wind howls through blackened branches,
The moon ducks behind clouds—"Time to move."
Boots sink in mud—leaving no trace,
Only the radio’s whisper: "Awaiting report."
2.
The enemy sleeps in warm bunkers,
But their perimeter is our training ground.
Cameras, sensors? Smoke and static—
We’re already inside, where they don’t expect.
3.
A blade’s click—and the sentry falls silent,
Shadows slip between towers and wires.
Coordinates etched in the mind like tattoos,
"Grad" locked on—"Target acquired."
4.
Silence... Then—hell on earth:
The sky tears apart, the enemy goes deaf.
We’re already far, but deep in their rear—
Canteens of water and blood on our sleeves.
5.
You won’t find us, won’t take us alive,
We’re just a whisper in their comms.
Recon doesn’t end, even when the lights go out—
We see in the dark. Always.
