Where Ironcrosses Grow

Death is all around me, violence and decay

Screams of the dying, never leave my mind

Hanging helpless in barbed wire, another helpless victim

Cut to shreds in the rain of fire, bleeding, burning, suffering

Where blood and iron flow, the iron crosses grow

Piles of dismembered corpses, slaughtered and twisted

Unseeing eyes, staring into nothingness