Massacrion (Axis of Advance)

The acrid stench of rotten flesh travels fast Along the muddy earth The corpses dangle sickly from the razor wire Us against them, the rain and the rats Waiting to die, wounded mounting in piles of Moaning, writhing, wasting life Nightmares spawned by endless explosions Young and old recruits scramble over the top Insanity now we survive, inhumanity the rule of life No defense and all alone We fall in groups eventually one by one Contorted view of survival and loss A horrid reminder in that smell We have no relief until a leave That always seems so far away Burn Massacrion Run Contorted view of survival and loss A horrid reminder in that smell We have no relief until a leave That always seems so far away Us against them, the rain and the rats Waiting to die, wounded mounting in piles of Moaning, writhing, wasting life Nightmares spawned by endless explosions Young and old recruits scramble over the top Burn Massacrion Run Hide Massacrion Die The nightmare The king considers not his pawns He worries instead of his reign Both sides have their rooks and knights And the bishops and queen sit back and laugh We die for nothing We die for no one No one will remember No one will care at all