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Strike the South (The Rubber Crisis)

[Verse 1] The Marco Polo bridge is crossed, the escalation starts We’re pushing into China with our infantry and carts The supply hubs are broken and the mountains are so steep We’re fighting in the mud while the allied nations sleep Got Zeroes in the sky, taking out the flying tigers But the war is dragging on, draining all our finest fighters [Pre-Chorus] The factories are thirsty, the oil is running dry We need the rubber fields beneath the southern sky Prepare the naval orders, let the battleships align We’re crossing over oceans, we are crossing out of line [Chorus] Strike the Southern Area, let the carriers roam! We’re taking every island a thousand miles from home Naval invasions launching, marines upon the sand The Rising Sun expanding across the ocean and the land! But keep an eye on the Pacific, watch the radar screen ‘Cause we’re spread a little thin with this war machine! [Verse 2] The convoys are assigned, the escorts on the move We got the Long Lance torps with something left to prove Taking Singapore and Java, all the resources are mine The industry is booming and the naval yards look fine But wait, the tension spiked, the focus tree is done I think we just awoke the giant sleeping in the sun! [Bridge] The doomstacks are arriving, a hundred massive fleets The naval bomber spam is bringing us defeats I’m out of fuel, the battleships are sitting in the bay The island garrisons are starving, fading fast away I tried to hold the beaches, I tried to hold the line But the red alerts are ringing, and I’m running out of time! [Guitar and Taiko Drum Solo - Fast and frantic] [Chorus] Strike the Southern Area, let the carriers roam! We’re taking every island a thousand miles from home Naval invasions launching, marines upon the sand The Rising Sun expanding across the ocean and the land! But keep an eye on the Pacific, watch the radar screen ‘Cause we’re spread a little thin with this war machine! [Outro] Zero manpower. Zero oil. The fleet rests at the bottom of the sea. (Fade out with the sound of ocean waves and a distant, solitary flute)