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Pushing forward over ghosts of the fallen, ghosts of the line

Conveyor belts of new flesh, drop to their knees with each passing wave

Victory hollow, shallow the graves

Victorious dead,

fallen, the husks of Kursks

Blood marks the front lines of conquests rage on this nowhere land

Fighting over the fields of forgotten dead who bled for scorched earth

Victory hollow, so shallow the graves

Victorious dead

Fallen, the husks of Kursk

The lost march on

The lost march onwards

Nothing grows through burnt and bloodied earth

Death festers lingering in razed and ruined land

Memories haunt like porous wounds unhealed

Military massacre decrees no reprieve from grief

Specters of triumph mark shallow graves

Victories prize: countless lost

Grey mourning mists, figures of gloom

Drift through absent tombs of countless lost