Frozen Pain

Nights dark face of spoil shines bright

Over the fields of our hateful war

I feel weary and sick

Fear nothing but death

I want to break out to quit and surrender

Master's rotten voice

Commands and guides me

My thoughts drift away

Certain warmth touches my mind

Last summers souvenirs

Memories of faded days

I feel the chilly winds of death

Creeping up my back

and taking control of me

When the night falls down on me

I hear the screams of death

When the cold wind touches my face

I smell the seents of death

I can smell it, I can hear it

I can see it, I can feel

Now its our time to fight

Shells and balls of fire

Leading us to our grave

Maybe just some yards ahead

I stumble my way through the mixture

Of barbed wire and blood

I forget to think, to react or to fight

Waves of soldiers rise and fall

The last thing I feel

Is the frozen pain of death

Opening me the gates

Of Satan's glowing hell