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To Loved Ones Lost
02:33
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2. |
Obliteration
05:32
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The death of a generation
Destined to starve in frost and blood
The unprecedented slaughter
Millions of bodies upon the mud
Blindly led into a war
Unlike anything mankind has seen before
Entire populations laid to waste
Death on a scale never seen again
Gatling rounds whistle through the air
The angels of death cutting down men
Screams of agony numb to all hear
A thousand more to die by the minute
And nobody prays for us
The stench of blood and death
Carries heavy through the blackened air
As corpses start to turn
The flesh of the living meets the same fate
Barely a day or night
No sun is seen beyond the smog
A horizon of hell
Death is the only salvation
The entire lives of mere children
Snuffed out, so silently cold
As gunshots whistle between them
Ending everything met by the barrel
An incomprehensible landscape
As bodies collapse and flesh rains
So valiant, they came in their millions
Unmarked now they rot where they fell
There is no god here
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3. |
Ad Majorem dei Gloriam
04:51
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For the glory of god
For the glory of this country
You are duty-bound to swear fealty
This is a call to arms
All will take witness
Welcome the privilege to die for England
A call to arms
In the name of the father
Gather all your sons
To be fed to the slaughter
The greater glory of God
The swansong of a generation
Carry us to the ground
Your empire calls to you
Die nameless in the dirt
As thousands before you
Litter the earth with their fallen
How can mankind rebuild
After such hideous inhumanity?
The young are gutted and butchered
Those in power lose nothing
High atop my status
I have seen no war
Yet I continue to call the orders
Pawns moving on a chessboard
In the face of unimaginable losses
For England, my troops will forge on
I need no strategy for I meet no consequence
Slaughter of innocents is none my concern
Die by my command
With a rifle in hand
This is a call to arms
In the name of the father
Gather all your sons
To be fed to the slaughter
Ad majorem dei gloriam
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4. |
Divine Misanthropy
05:08
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There is no sky here
Death’s veil forever surrounds me
God has forgotten us
We were condemned to begin with
I hide below the earth
Gun in hand my only companion
I feel the rot in my toes
Death’s hold patiently awaits me
I have seen hell
God forsakes us
The stench of corpses perpetual
I’ve seen what no man should see
I watch them rot where they fall
Inconceivable brutality
Men with lives left behind them
Torn to pieces in machine-gunfire
Left limbless and screaming
Corpses hanging from razor wire
I’ll live and die in this cesspit
In the company of corpses of friends
Many a companion I’ve made here
And many of them stare at me dead
I’m thankful for these carrion crows
To tear out the flesh from their eyes
For when the dead gaze upon me
I know that I am next to die
Where is my god; my salvation?
You traitor; forsaker
All my life I lived by my god
Bullets tear by and I beg for the end
The horror I’ve seen I could never forget
I realise now there is nothing beyond
For how could a god allow such hell on Earth?
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5. |
Uncoffined
08:00
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Mother, I’ve reached my limit
Witnessed the horror of war
I stepped forth to fight for my country
With honour and pride in my heart
I left all belongings behind me
Kissed goodbye to all those I loved
Never a doubt that I would return to them
Alone, I will die in the dark
I will join my comrades
These men I knew from home
Now sunken into this cursed earth
Uncoffined, we rot in the dirt
I left my home to make you proud
I fought to protect those I loved
I never knew a woman’s touch
Never a child of my own
As these bullets will riddle me
Always, my thoughts are of home
I never dreamt that I would die so far from you
Unmarked; I am metal and bone
I will die a number
Unknown within the slaughter
Unknown
I stand in a cyclone of hellfire
All life ever known is consumed
I’ve seen the true nature of humankind
Civilisation is but a facade
Doused with the blood of my brothers
Corpses litter the ground at our feet
This trench holds the life and the death of me
Rifles clutched as we meet our defeat
To battle
I will die a number
Unknown within the slaughter
Over the top
I left my home to make you proud
I fought to protect those I loved
I never knew a woman’s touch
Never a child of my own
As these bullets will riddle me
Always, my last thoughts were of home
I never dreamt that I would die so far from you
Uncoffined, I die here alone
The horror
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