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Battlefield, 1942

Conquering the territory, red

German military force

Against the russian frost

Into this mountains, lost

Winter blood

Covering my eyes

Night without dark

Bullets from the sky

Bomb flashings high

Death your light

Primitive roots, starting to rise

Need to Kill, a brain will

To live for the dead

The primordial reason to Kill

The only sense I fell

Primordial need for flesh

Don't care of the rest

If we loose, if we win

Disturbed mind, out of control

A cannibal I become