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I've crossed this field plenty of times.

Cursing again through the same trench.

Withered faces and despair

With the feet bathed in blood

Brothers taken to the slaughterhouse.

Before my helpless gaze, I see them fall.

They are just one more notch

all my clothes reeks of death.

Loud roars in the sullen dark.

Cries stained in red and mud.

a frozen bayonet inside my mind…

Vanished in the end,

there’s no hope for broken men

A frozen bayonet inside my head...

The drums set the pace,

into the mouth of hell / we've come to fight

for the other’s dispute,

an ossuary for youth bones.

The misty morning and the orange light

anticipates us a new holocaust…

the marshall calls us to run

there’s no way to back home

Loud roars in the sullen dark.

Cries stained in red and mud.

a frozen bayonet inside my mind…

Vanished in the end,

there’s no hope for broken men

A frozen bayonet inside my head…