| Dominate! |
| New technologies dominate the war
|
| Exterminate! |
| Overthrow the enemy
|
| Asphyxiate! |
| The call for retribution
|
| Vicious death creeping across the fields
|
| Mustard gas, a deadly hellish fiend
|
| A choking grip is locked around your neck
|
| Vomit blood, your face turns grey, you’re dead
|
| Nauseate! |
| Malicious pain ripping through your lungs
|
| Degenerate! |
| The weary crucifixion
|
| Hallucinate! |
| Inhale, exhale
|
| Feel the wind blow in your direction
|
| Breath of death, fog thickens the air
|
| No code of honor, you dogs of war
|
| 1917, we’re gasping for air
|
| I cannot breathe, I cannot see
|
| Poison fog! |
| Poison fog!
|
| Inhaling mustard gas, it kills me in my sleep
|
| Poison fog! |
| Poison fog!
|
| Exhaustion, dehydration
|
| The water is foul with decay and excrement
|
| And something dead
|
| It’s covered with sour mustard gas
|
| As I watched them in bright daylight
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| When crawling through the poison clouds
|
| I saw them burn away
|
| My name should have been written
|
| Between theirs on stones
|
| In dreams I still see, hear and smell them every single night
|
| Dominate! |
| New technologies dominate the war
|
| Exterminate! |
| Overthrow the enemy
|
| Asphyxiate! |
| The call for retribution
|
| Feel the wind blow in your direction
|
| Breath of death, fog thickens the air
|
| No code of honor, you dogs of war
|
| 1917, we’re gasping for air
|
| I cannot breathe, I cannot see
|
| Poison fog! |
| Poison fog!
|
| Inhaling mustard gas, it kills me in my sleep
|
| Poison fog! |
| Poison fog!
|
| Exhaustion, dehydration
|
| The water is foul with decay and excrement and something dead
|
| It’s covered with sour mustard gas |