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The flesh remembers, but the ash forgets

The last soldiers are the first to meet the blade

What use is a body when it is torn and ragged?

What use is memory when it is buried in mud?

As war created them, like fire marked them

So peace rejected them!

On the eighth day, the Lord brought forth slaughter!

Into the trenches - again, bloody hands are the spoil of victory

How can we escape the furnace of doom? The unholy dawn of destruction!

Each era drowns in the price of its abomination

No need to look far - the earth reeks of their corpses

When the earth breaks under the weight of blood

A men die without names

Into the trenches - again, bloody hands are the spoil of victory

How can we escape the furnace of doom?

The unholy dawn of destruction

Each era drowns in the price of its abomination

Blood soaks into the ground, blood... always blood…

I can smell it, I can hear it whisper…

It shouts to me, it calls me... WAR! WAR! WAR!

Iron beats iron against iron!

Hammer pounds on bone

Groaning flows over the trenches

Is it a chorus?

Is it the song of the gods?

No - it's just me, it's just me alone with the blood!

Every name sounds like a curse!

Every battlefield is my home!

Red rivers, red skies

Everything spirals in a spiral of madness!

Gods of blood, are you here?!