Final Circle of the Lost Souls

In the smoke and shadow, we ride to the fight,

Edmond Fitzgerald's lost in the dead of night.

Jose, Francisco, Tom, Michael, and Danny stand tall,

Facing the foe, they answer the call.

Through the pixelated chaos, the squads collide,

Guns blazing in silence, no place to hide.

Jose leads the charge, brave and bold,

Fighting for the lost souls, stories untold.

In this modern battlefield, there's no retreat,

Every shot a prayer, every move, a feat.

Hold the line for the spirits gone,

Till the final circle, till war's won.

Oh, brothers in arms, fighting through the night,

For Edmond Fitzgerald, we'll win this fight.

Battles rage, but we won't fall,

Stand our ground, give it our all.

From dawns to dusk, the fight goes on,

Warriors rise, and then they're gone.

In this digital war, we stay strong,

Fighting for the souls that drift along.

As the dust settles, and the smoke clears,

Victors stand, shedding tears.

Jose, Francisco, Tom, Michael, and Danny—

Together they fought, and made history,

And Jose is a little bitch.