Eastern Front

Burning metals tears my flesh
I’m pinking blood
I’m possessed
my partners brains laid on me
pain in mind, I can’t breath.

War, slaughter, death, pain
in Eastern front.

Firing smoke cover my eyes
bloody bath raining
from the skies
I slice my enemies
moving corpses
last desire I’ll give them
no hopes.

War, slaughter, death, pain
in Eastern front.

When my pieces laid on ice
echo screams is a contract
of wise a promise before
the gates of Hell
I’ll be back to finish the spell.
We’re the heirs of the damned
cut us ,common,
I promise you can’t!
We’re the tortures
in your wormy brain
War for us is an endless game.

War, kill, death, pain
in Eastern front.