Normandy, turning point in the war
Allied forces, fortress must be breached
Sands of blood, smell of death on the beach
Cannons scream bodies everywhere
Shrapnel Rains, your flesh starts to tear
Men are crying yelling your name
Human carnage bloody day of days

March Fight Bleed Cry
March Fight Bleed Die
Day of days it's soon your time to die

The fight goes on
Through towns and country sides
In the streets
It's fucking genocide
Soldiers race to secure the outer flanks
Suppressing fire
Shelling from the tanks
A blazing hell
A city lay in waste
The smell of death is all you fuckin taste
Another battle, we always march on
We'll never stop until the eagle is gone

June 6th,1944
Normandy, turning point in the war
Allied forces, fortress must be breached
Sands of blood, smell of death on the beach
Cannons scream bodies everywhere
Shrapnel Rains, your flesh starts to tear
Men are crying yelling your name
Human carnage bloody day of days

*Your war machine soon will fucking die
Die die die die die die your war machine will die

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