1. KRIEG

Beyond the wire and smoke
Fields littered with bodies
Mangled beyond recognition
The ones still breathing are praying to die
Nausea, the smells of the dead are
Sickening, choking me
Blood, fills these trenches
These images forever scar my mind

Die

Shrapnel, tears my flesh
Corpses, riddled with shells
Destruction, of once proud lands
Now crumbling under our wrath
Death, the only exit
Artillery, laying waste to this world
Trenches, nothing but tombs
Within these cadavers rot

Die

Fucking march!


2. NO SURRENDER

A cold dawn arises
Behind a thick fog
The pure white snow
Coated in warm blood
The sounds of dying men
Far off in the distance
Picked off one by one
Next they’ll come for me

This war has no end
For there is no surrender

Awaiting the execution
Awaiting the firing squad
Awaiting the bullet
Ripping through my skull
I hear the birds chirping
The sound of boots through snow
The blindfold prevents all sight
And the countdown begins

A freezing breeze
Rushes before me
This beautiful morning
The last I’ll ever see
There is no escape
There is no surrender
Just a hole in my head
Just this snow filled ditch
I was forced to dig
For my lifeless body
Left to slowly rot
until the end of time


3. RAPE OF BELGIUM

Crucifying soldiers with bayonets
Raping all of your women
Sending your children’s corpses to
The Kadaververwertungsanstalten
Using their fat to clean their blood
Off of my hands
Murders of the innocent
And the rape of your lands

The Angel of Mons can’t save you now
And prayers go unanswered
Mutilated and defiled nuns
convulsing in your streets
Poisoning your water supplies
Bayoneting your wounded men
Collecting bags of severed ears
As tokens and spoils of war

Driving out the franc-tireurs
Reducing your buildings to ash
Grinding your bones to dust
To thicken our animal’s food
Nothing will ever be the same
Your new life has begun
If you question us
You’ll find yourself in front of a firing squad


4. SWALLOWED IN ASHES

(Instrumental)


5. THROUGH THE SCOPE

Looking through the scope
Of my Model 98
Carefully concealed within depths of the land
I peer between these crosshairs
Once you’re in my sights
The game begins
I slowly pull the trigger
And begin to smile
As I pick off your comrades one by one
I work alone, no spotter to guide me
I am a hunter, and you, my prey
Showing your face, the last mistake you’ll ever make
Nothing more satisfying than a clean shot
I can wait for days at a time
Just to see the whites of your eyes
My camouflage makes me undetectable
This forest, these trees
This is my new home
I need no food, no water, no sleep
Just an endless supply of ammunition

Looking through the scope
Of my Model 98
I see these men
They have no future
Bound for an unmarked grave
Where their bodies will soon be dumped
I lay here in this ghillie suit
Stolen from a dead Lovat
In a previous battle
I watch these bodies go limp
Their souls drained out
Through bullet holes in the head
The flares in the night sky
Try to light surroundings
As they attempt to find me
The sound of boots
Slapping the mud in the distance
They approach ever so slowly
I hold my breath to remain
In a state of complete silence
If they get close enough
I’ll knife them in the back
Looking through the scope
Of my Model 98
But, only a moment too late
You’re a hunter as well
And our eyes have met
The sound of the gun
Rumbles louder than before
As the bullet collides
My jaw has been ripped from it’s hinges
And I am left here to die
In all this misery
The hunter becomes the hunted
In all this misery
Another sees from though the scope
I am no more glorious than any I have killed
Just another piece of rotting flesh in the field
Please, put me out of the misery


6. FLAMMENWERFER

Nitrogen and carbon dioxide
Belching forth a stream of burning oil
Bubbling soldier’s flesh
Turning humans into a puddle of liquid organs

Flammenwerfer
The flames grow higher
Flammenwerfer
Funeral pyre
Flammenwerfer
Hell’s fire
Flammenwerfer
Die in a fire

We have acquired the fires of Hell
Screaming in agony, ravaged by flames
Inhaling the fumes of burning bodies
Singeing the Western Front

Flammenwerfer
The flames grow higher
Flammenwerfer
Funeral pyre
Flammenwerfer
Hell’s fire
Flammenwerfer
Die in a fire

Abandon your post in terror
Or you will be nothing but a pile of ashes
Your skin will melt and face will be disfigured
Welt in flammen