In the night so cold
Soviet turtle bold
Drops into the game
Call of Duty fame
Controller in hand
Across the frozen land
Search and Destroy the plan
He's a shell-clad man
Soviet turtle
In the battle zone
Crushing enemies
On his own
Shell of steel
And fire in his eyes
Winning rounds
While the time flies
Maps the frozen ground
Footsteps so profound
Tracked by every sound
Enemies inbound
Glories to be won
He plays till the sun
Rising with the run
Victory begun
Soviet turtle
In the battle zone
Crushing enemies
On his own
Shell of steel
And fire in his eyes
Winning rounds
While the time flies