In a rain of steel and stars of terror Scraps of bark make way to a rough black sea Dark waves cover the corpses of the wretched Fallen such puppets thrown to the borders of torment Feet trample on chests buried in the mire Faces still streaming with blood and terror The melody of howlings of sorrow and hatred Hardly combine with the din of hellish detonations These fleshes which run, fly, fall for days and days Every condemmed one straight off replaced Give form to a ballet of lights and tortures Which the acts make an epileptic nightmare Minds forever engraved through lying companions Filled with pools from where distorted limbs come out Will make disfigured automatons of some of them And of everyone, men plunged into realities of human horror For a hundred years, green glass dresses the injuries of earth and bones Where hundreds of souls wander on a desert shaped of impactsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
