Formless entity appears above gunfire Engulfing the crowded trenches whole Entire companies massacred in its black smoke Torn apart ripping limbs off of their mangled corpses
Until the dead of nightfall Pray to see dawn Its form lit by flare-light The trench wraith slithers on
This beast of war swirling death above our frontlines Picking apart those unfortunate to be left alive No escape for it can sense all of our movement Unprejudiced in its chaos we've been thrust in
Draped in gore, of our fallen brothers At war before now, we stand in horror The entire front, crushed into soft pink powder Deliver us, O'God in our dying hour
Until the dead of nightfall Pray to see dawn Its form lit by flare-light The trench wraith slithers onTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
