Lyrics : Greg Conan / Chris Palengat)



The gathering smell of rotteness

Is cutting through my brain

Slicing up my friends

And then killing the pain

Gathered here together for our final day



Never ending strain

Fighting tooth and nail

Short on munitions

The say ³War is hell²



Slaughtered for the objective

In the thick of the battle

Going on an onslaught

In a desperate struggle



Blind suicide, pain and suffering



On the other side

There is no reason why

In this viscious circle

Surely one will die



War cry fix bayonets

In the face of death

No time for regrets

The brunt of the attack



Full frontal assault

Suicidal rampage



Families !

Corpses strewn upon the battle fields

Memories !

An old wound never heals



The gathering smell of rotteness

Is cutting through my brain

Slicing up my friends

And then killing the pain

Gathered here together for our final day



Political corrupts and hypocrites

And fanatical religiousness

Commit us to die for who¹s country ?

So who is the real enemy



Puppet¹s and leader¹s

And pawn¹s in the game

Victim¹s of the high command

Sacrificed in vain



Full frontal assault

Suicidal rampage



Life is to serious to take seriously

³Greg Conan