Bombastic shellshock Vomiting Spitfire engines A-high Bombing death haunting smoke Take cover from the lead molten drizzle Screams muffled by the town’s clock tower Which tolls at it’s final minute Now you all fall…And now you all fall
As the Shadows dance In the yellow gas This being your longest day As The Shrapnel Rains
Buried under the bodies The skies turn black You cannot breathe as the charred war meat Infects your lungs Surrounding trench your grave
As the Shadows dance In the yellow gas This being your longest day As The Shrapnel Rains
No colours or spring fields Just penetrated barbed ground Your freedom is paid by torment Soldier or Civilian you’re in the realm The world of war..Hope is drowned with blood…
You pilgrims and nomads will surely die too Foreigners punished with the rifles sting Into the pit without a name Or die in the open roads in bullet flying game
The light fades fast as the Stuka wails its call At first and last strike Mortar casts its unexpected course Broken walls and rumbles eternalTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
