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