Song | Open Fire |
Artist | Cryptic Wintermoon |
Album | Of Shadows |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
This morning has been born without light dim forlorn | |
A severe vault of clouds rushed across the open downs | |
Black gaunt and eerie tree skeletons danced dreadfully | |
Tight in the claws of frost winter showed it's ghostly host | |
Artillery combat flashing cannon fire deafening sound | |
Approaching slowly but unstoppable leaves burned ground | |
Nervously waiting in wretched ditches laid in ruins | |
The last instructional orders reached us a few hours ago | |
Now separated from allied troops assured to come | |
But there's no more chance to flee from the superior enemy | |
Hell racing high speed bullet machine gun monotomy | |
Relinquishing position means to choose suzerainty | |
Just like an enormous thunderstorm war rules the entire killing zone | |
Below the scourge of madness and decay that burdensome commands the way | |
A sudden detonation to my left fire screams a ray of heat | |
Glowing splinters hailing down cutting through irresistible flesh | |
A sweetly scented reek turns the air into a sick | |
Paralyzed breathing we undertook the last offence | |
Open fire breaking through the hostile lines | |
Ravaging internecine assault | |
Crawling through the mud terrified of the inevitable end | |
Our fate uncertain like that of a cutter in a storm | |
The nameless victims whose faces are unknown to thee | |
Buried deep in the noman's land's mass graves | |
Open fire breaking through the hostile lines | |
Ravaging internecine assault | |
Below the scourge of madness and decay we horribly passed away |
This morning has been born without light dim forlorn | |
A severe vault of clouds rushed across the open downs | |
Black gaunt and eerie tree skeletons danced dreadfully | |
Tight in the claws of frost winter showed it' s ghostly host | |
Artillery combat flashing cannon fire deafening sound | |
Approaching slowly but unstoppable leaves burned ground | |
Nervously waiting in wretched ditches laid in ruins | |
The last instructional orders reached us a few hours ago | |
Now separated from allied troops assured to come | |
But there' s no more chance to flee from the superior enemy | |
Hell racing high speed bullet machine gun monotomy | |
Relinquishing position means to choose suzerainty | |
Just like an enormous thunderstorm war rules the entire killing zone | |
Below the scourge of madness and decay that burdensome commands the way | |
A sudden detonation to my left fire screams a ray of heat | |
Glowing splinters hailing down cutting through irresistible flesh | |
A sweetly scented reek turns the air into a sick | |
Paralyzed breathing we undertook the last offence | |
Open fire breaking through the hostile lines | |
Ravaging internecine assault | |
Crawling through the mud terrified of the inevitable end | |
Our fate uncertain like that of a cutter in a storm | |
The nameless victims whose faces are unknown to thee | |
Buried deep in the noman' s land' s mass graves | |
Open fire breaking through the hostile lines | |
Ravaging internecine assault | |
Below the scourge of madness and decay we horribly passed away |
This morning has been born without light dim forlorn | |
A severe vault of clouds rushed across the open downs | |
Black gaunt and eerie tree skeletons danced dreadfully | |
Tight in the claws of frost winter showed it' s ghostly host | |
Artillery combat flashing cannon fire deafening sound | |
Approaching slowly but unstoppable leaves burned ground | |
Nervously waiting in wretched ditches laid in ruins | |
The last instructional orders reached us a few hours ago | |
Now separated from allied troops assured to come | |
But there' s no more chance to flee from the superior enemy | |
Hell racing high speed bullet machine gun monotomy | |
Relinquishing position means to choose suzerainty | |
Just like an enormous thunderstorm war rules the entire killing zone | |
Below the scourge of madness and decay that burdensome commands the way | |
A sudden detonation to my left fire screams a ray of heat | |
Glowing splinters hailing down cutting through irresistible flesh | |
A sweetly scented reek turns the air into a sick | |
Paralyzed breathing we undertook the last offence | |
Open fire breaking through the hostile lines | |
Ravaging internecine assault | |
Crawling through the mud terrified of the inevitable end | |
Our fate uncertain like that of a cutter in a storm | |
The nameless victims whose faces are unknown to thee | |
Buried deep in the noman' s land' s mass graves | |
Open fire breaking through the hostile lines | |
Ravaging internecine assault | |
Below the scourge of madness and decay we horribly passed away |