• Soldiers storm the battlefeild,
    Bullets peirce their flesh.
    No one will survive,
    Cast to nothingness.

    Running through the trenches,
    Mustard gas deployed.
    Bodies hit the ground,
    The line has been destroyed.

    Grenades tossed back and forth,
    Blow you limb from limb,
    Bloody massacre,
    The light is growing dim.

    Kill at my command,
    Take their forgotten lives.
    Butcher their front line,
    Make their family cry.

    Their force begins to struggle,
    Kill them one by one.
    The last of them is dead,
    This bloody war is done.