Among Death and Desolation

Not dead yet - soon to be

Sticky eyes - you can't see

Warm blood - everywhere

Sharp pain - grown despair

Blood's dripping - down the eyes

Sweet taste - of your demise

No hope - you die alone

Your grave - the killing zone

With first light, the sound of charge

Air raid sirens call for death

You are just cannon fodder

Death for states and not for honour

Screams of the wounded

Get into the song

The symphony of death

Of death and desolation

Among Death and desolation

Horror of war, grimace of death

The bellow of cannons

Stealing your breath

Dismembered bodies

Tattered and torn

Screams oft he wounded

You die alone