The Fall of Poland: Ballad of the Phallobomb

Beneath the shadow of iron and flame,
The land was crushed, no one to blame.

Verse 1:
From the forge of the Teutonic Man,
Came the Phallobomb’s deadly plan.
A mighty shaft of steel and fire,
That burned and broke all hope’s desire.

Chorus:
Oh Poland, fallen under steel so grim,
Your lights extinguished, horizons dim.
The Phallobomb’s wrath, so fierce and cold,
Left nothing but stories sorrow told.

Verse 2:
Villages trampled, fields laid bare,
No voices raised in desperate prayer.
The Iron Man’s march, relentless, supreme,
Shattered the fabric of every dream.

Chorus:
Oh Poland, fallen under steel so grim,
Your lights extinguished, horizons dim.
The Phallobomb’s wrath, so fierce and cold,
Left nothing but stories sorrow told.

Bridge:
In ashes deep, the echoes wail,
Of a land that could no longer prevail.
Yet whispered legends forever remain,
Of the Phallobomb’s ruthless reign.

Final Chorus:
Oh Poland, fallen under steel so grim,
Your lights extinguished, horizons dim.
The Phallobomb’s wrath, so fierce and cold,
Left nothing but stories sorrow told.