| We blasted through the front-line
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| Crossing the carnage remains
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| Into the meat grinders rattle
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| Chain-fed in lunatic waves
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| Through clouds of poisoned gasses
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| Ankle-deep in blood
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| We did not see — The chain-gun front
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| Bullet-bait for the Gods
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| No… Please don’t leave me here
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| On the fields of rot
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| Send me home in pieces instead
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| I feel it coming
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| Lung-rot — Gang green
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| Inflectional disease
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| In rotting white flesh
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| More maggot now than meat
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| Slowly blood-flies eat me up
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| My hands are rotting off
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| Hacked apart — The living Hell
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| Upon the fields of rot
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| Buried alive in mass graves
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| Side by side with the dead
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| Abandoned here — In no-man's land
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| Flung to the four winds we’re spread
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| Out of the trench it came
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| Into the midnight black
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| His rottenness — The Ghost of war
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| The Devil’s on his back
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| To walk the fields of bone
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| The curse of necrotising black
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| A rotted ruin of a face
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| Is licking at my soul
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| Burning with the fever
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| It is tearing down at me
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| A lipless grin — And rotten teeth
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| Insane and splenderously
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| Rotting and forgotten
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| Buried face up in the mud
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| Through the stink of death
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| My soul cries out
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| Last breath of sanity
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| Oh God… Please kill me
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| Crawling through leprous-white corpse-flesh
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| Bone-ash is choking my lungs
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| Forced to drink rottified corpse-blood
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| I’ll crawl back to Hell on my bones
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| Massacre beyond all sickness
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| Nothing but eternal rot
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| Left to die — Born to rot
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| Worm-eaten into your soul |