Blood & Soil

Burning all but few embers,
Satisfying settlement.
Kills all thought to remember,
Process the element.
All glass now broken,
The silence of war overcomes.
No words now spoken,
Prepare for the carnage!

On fields and icy plains,
Come cries of agonising pain.
Knee deep in blood & soil,
We hear the warrior's call.

Left behind, born to suffer.
Slaughter and cut anyone.
Cold december,
Brings forther the clash of the titan.

On battlefields, frozen by death,
Stench of war on dead soldier's breath.
The blood and soil of the battlefield,
The cold dark cry of crimson frost...