First Strike

I behold a sickly shade of green,

Tiberium, up ahead is seen.

Crystal which makes Nod act obscene,

As they spread Kane's perverted dream.

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We're in a zone that is called yellow,

A company of many fellows.

In the distance, thunder bellows?

Toxic rain? Thoughts are not mellow.

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Least in this place the sky's still blue,

Under which march many shoes.

APCs, tanks rumble too.

We must all see our patrol through.

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But then a shout from up ahead.

In the distance, men in red.

Nod forces? We feel dread.

In an instant, rockets, lead.

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Those fanatics are not underground,

They've risen from the soil brown.

Their tanks, they fire many rounds.

Our Hammerhead above is downed.

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The company starts to move back.

But the Brotherhood presses attack.

Flames come from those of a Hand Black,

Command's broken down, is out of whack.

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But then I see a flash of white,

And before me see a beauteous sight.

An ion cannon has attacked,

And shielding, the Noddies lack.

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So in silence, we all stand.

In this yellow zone, this dead wasteland.

Wondering what Nod has planned,

Is this lead up to something grand?