Bombastic shellshock
Vomiting Spitfire engines A-high
Bombing death haunting smoke
Take cover from the lead molten drizzle
Screams muffled by the town's clock tower
Which tolls at it's final minute
Now you all fall…And now you all fall
As the Shadows dance
In the yellow gas
This being your longest day
As The Shrapnel Rains
Buried under the bodies
The skies turn black
You cannot breathe as the charred war meat
Infects your lungs
Surrounding trench your grave
As the Shadows dance
In the yellow gas
This being your longest day
As The Shrapnel Rains
No colours or spring fields
Just penetrated barbed ground
Your freedom is paid by torment
Soldier or Civilian you're in the realm
The world of war..Hope is drowned with blood…
You pilgrims and nomads will surely die too
Foreigners punished with the rifles sting
Into the pit without a name
Or die in the open roads in bullet flying game
The light fades fast as the Stuka wails its call
At first and last strike
Mortar casts its unexpected course
Broken walls and rumbles eternal
