The AT-AT Family Xmas

Author: sQren 

From:http://www.swtorstrategies.com/

Oh the weather on Hoth is frightful,

Echo Base on fire is so delightful,

Shield generator is about to go,

Let it Blow! Let it Blow! Let it Blow!

AT-AT’s show no signs of stopping,

And the sounds of Rebel heads a’ popping,

Their will to fight is almost done,

Let ‘em Run! Let ‘em Run! Let ‘em Run!

When I finally get off this rock,

Leavin' a glorious blaster storm,

Slip on a sock made of Ewok,

All the way, home I'll be warm!

Oh the taun tauns are slowly dying,

And soon, Vader and I’ll be high-fiving,

An Admiral soon I’ll be,

Let ‘em Flee! Let ‘em Flee! Let ‘em Flee!

Via General Veers himself

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