Bleak horizon filled with acrid smoke
Lives lost for some fucked up joke
A roaring metal beast approaches so slow
Crushing all in its path, the body count grows
Heading for trenches the mammoth won’t stop
Over barbed wire until it rests on top
Trapped under treads, viscera surrounds me
Corpses lie in rot and madness abounds me
Suffocating on the mud
Choking
Feel my body being crushed
Suffer
Bones splintered by the weight
Dying
Brains bursting from my skull
Maggots feed on my eyes
Flesh ground to pulp

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN