This morning has been born – without light – dim – forlorn A severe vault of clouds rushed across the open downs Black gaunt and eerie tree – skeletons danced dreadfully Tight in the claws of frost – winter showed it's ghostly host
Artillery combat – flashing cannon fire – deafening sound Approaching slowly – but unstoppable leaves burned ground
Nervously waiting in wretched ditches laid in ruins The last instructional orders reached us a few hours ago Now separated from allied troops assured to come But there's no more chance to flee from the superior enemy
Hell racing high speed bullet machine gun monotomy Relinquishing position means to choose suzerainty
Just like an enormous thunderstorm war rules the entire killing zone Below the scourge of madness and decay that burdensome commands the way
A sudden detonation to my left – fire screams – a ray of heat Glowing splinters hailing down – cutting through irresistible flesh A sweetly scented reek turns the air into a sick Paralyzed breathing we undertook the last offence
Open fire – breaking through the hostile lines Ravaging internecine assault
Crawling through the mud – terrified of the inevitable end Our fate uncertain like that of a cutter in a storm The nameless victims – whose faces are unknown to thee Buried deep in the noman's land's mass graves
Open fire – breaking through the hostile lines Ravaging internecine assault
Below the scourge of madness and decay we horribly passed awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
