Cryptic Wintermoon

Bonegrinder 1916

Cryptic Wintermoon


The smell of poison gass - fills the air
No need to search for death - he will find you there 

Soil drained with blood - cities pulverized
Dead bodies twisted - humans carbonized
Bonegrinder - grinding bones - eathing them alive
Spitting them out dead - noone will survive 

Was is the only answer
My gun spreads bullets like cancer 

Bombs like rain - day and night - moving out - suicide
Death angels - from the sky - descent from hell - thousands die
Machinegun fire - detonations - rifle rounds - devastation
Grinding bones - artillery shell - draining blood - here is hell 

Fire, roaring thunder - will be my coming signs
Planting death and havoc - among the defense lines 

Thousand bodies - lay ripped and torn
The sound of cannon fire - roars like thunderstorm 

Soil drained with blood - cities pulverized
Dead bodies twisted - humans carbonized
Bonegrinder - grinding bones - eathing them alive
Spitting them out dead - noone will survive 

Was is the only answer
My gun spreads bullets like cancer