In Ravenfield, where artilleries thunder,
When soldiers under fire wonder,
Where armies clash, what happens yonder,
Where their comrades bodies are torn asunder.

The battlefields are vast and green,
With tanks and planes, and guns unseen,
The armies march, their officers scheme,
As a Raven flies, the wounded scream.

The soldiers fight with skill, defending the base,
Their valor shining, they take their place,
Though courage strong, their ranks are broken,
In this epic struggle, fears are awoken.

A pilot watches from the sky,
As the armies clash, and the guns reply,
Their cries of war, a symphony,
In this eternal dance of death and victory.

The game of Ravenfield, a test of might,
Where heroes rise, and planes take flight,
A land of carnage, a field of crushed dreams,
Where the bravest warriors fight the enemy regime.

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