Warcult

In the wet fog

Slowly creeping in the mud

Smelling cold sweat

Shivering, cold hands

Shot, lead content in the air, turning round, a friend is dead

Rage, desire for revenge, loading our weapons

Struggle starting, slaying for justice, born to kill

And now we are all drowning in blood

Slow motion, then it seems to be endless

Counting dead bodies on the ground

Dead eyes staring through me and quiet mouths are shouting at me

We are lost in this battle. This is Warcult

The Slaying is to hard to bear

I am feeling inner pain, blood

Everywhere blood, friends are torn into pieces

Skin emaciated, my rage is arising…

Deathly pale crossfire, each on is an enemy

Deathly pale crossfire, all to die

Every further murder is a killer of your own

Too much of them, I can´t shoot them all, go to die!

There is no chance, we must surrender

Laying down our arms, hands behind our head

They brought us into a prison camp

There's no need, so they will shoot us all

They are shooting us in front of the wall

It is better to play dead

They are carrying me to my dead friends

I don´t know what to do

He's climbing out of the hill of corpses

The enemy is recognizing him