Operation Compass Lyrics
| Song | Operation Compass |
| Artist | Carach Angren |
| Album | Franckensteina Strataemontanus |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:55.723] | Operation Compass was well underway |
| [00:59.853] | Scorching sun |
| [01:01.042] | Coarse sand |
| [01:02.245] | A horned desert viper slithers through dust |
| [01:06.692] | Howling winds |
| [01:07.860] | Burning eyes |
| [01:09.014] | World War II under British Command |
| [01:13.333] | In Egyptian no-man’s land |
| [01:16.203] | A silence of the snakes |
| [01:18.513] | Before the battle erupts |
| [01:22.805] | Oil |
| [01:29.697] | Oil |
| [01:36.476] | Oil |
| [01:43.318] | Oil |
| [01:50.198] | Enemy in sight! |
| [01:51.879] | Keep low and quiet! |
| [01:53.870] | Push forth the Mark VI Light! |
| [01:56.600] | Attack! |
| [02:12.214] | Bleak tanks rumble, bleached bones crumble |
| [02:21.132] | Fresh cannon fodder, brutally slaughtered |
| [02:30.348] | Filthy caked crusts of flesh and blood garnish the banks |
| [02:53.188] | The onslaught prevails |
| [02:55.337] | The desert of death |
| [02:58.515] | As the last man standing falls to his knees |
| [03:32.265] | Amidst fire and flame |
| [03:38.001] | Something whispers his name |
| [03:44.302] | There in the distance, like shadows cast a spell |
| [03:51.124] | And black oil erupting like a fountain from hell |
| [03:58.672] | Like a Fata Morgana, a face appears in the geyser of oil |
| [04:11.715] | Red demonic eyes looking down on him |
| [04:18.219] | Then this apogee of hell reverses down the well |
| [04:25.922] | The dead bodies start to twitch in the sand |
| [04:30.170] | Blue lunar wasteland |
| [04:32.808] | The fallen soldiers rise to their feet |
| [04:37.028] | Ghastly winds |
| [04:37.943] | Death’s stare |
| [04:39.217] | No man’s war |
| [04:40.864] | The undead soar |
| [04:43.824] | Uttering monstrous roars |
| [05:20.966] | A pack of Death closing |
| [05:27.088] | He screams and tries to dig himself in |
| [05:33.960] | Yet cold teeth already gnaw at his skin |
| [05:40.819] | He won the battle, but not the war |
| [00:55.723] | Operation Compass was well underway |
| [00:59.853] | Scorching sun |
| [01:01.042] | Coarse sand |
| [01:02.245] | A horned desert viper slithers through dust |
| [01:06.692] | Howling winds |
| [01:07.860] | Burning eyes |
| [01:09.014] | World War II under British Command |
| [01:13.333] | In Egyptian no-man' s land |
| [01:16.203] | A silence of the snakes |
| [01:18.513] | Before the battle erupts |
| [01:22.805] | Oil |
| [01:29.697] | Oil |
| [01:36.476] | Oil |
| [01:43.318] | Oil |
| [01:50.198] | Enemy in sight! |
| [01:51.879] | Keep low and quiet! |
| [01:53.870] | Push forth the Mark VI Light! |
| [01:56.600] | Attack! |
| [02:12.214] | Bleak tanks rumble, bleached bones crumble |
| [02:21.132] | Fresh cannon fodder, brutally slaughtered |
| [02:30.348] | Filthy caked crusts of flesh and blood garnish the banks |
| [02:53.188] | The onslaught prevails |
| [02:55.337] | The desert of death |
| [02:58.515] | As the last man standing falls to his knees |
| [03:32.265] | Amidst fire and flame |
| [03:38.001] | Something whispers his name |
| [03:44.302] | There in the distance, like shadows cast a spell |
| [03:51.124] | And black oil erupting like a fountain from hell |
| [03:58.672] | Like a Fata Morgana, a face appears in the geyser of oil |
| [04:11.715] | Red demonic eyes looking down on him |
| [04:18.219] | Then this apogee of hell reverses down the well |
| [04:25.922] | The dead bodies start to twitch in the sand |
| [04:30.170] | Blue lunar wasteland |
| [04:32.808] | The fallen soldiers rise to their feet |
| [04:37.028] | Ghastly winds |
| [04:37.943] | Death' s stare |
| [04:39.217] | No man' s war |
| [04:40.864] | The undead soar |
| [04:43.824] | Uttering monstrous roars |
| [05:20.966] | A pack of Death closing |
| [05:27.088] | He screams and tries to dig himself in |
| [05:33.960] | Yet cold teeth already gnaw at his skin |
| [05:40.819] | He won the battle, but not the war |
| [00:55.723] | Operation Compass was well underway |
| [00:59.853] | Scorching sun |
| [01:01.042] | Coarse sand |
| [01:02.245] | A horned desert viper slithers through dust |
| [01:06.692] | Howling winds |
| [01:07.860] | Burning eyes |
| [01:09.014] | World War II under British Command |
| [01:13.333] | In Egyptian no-man' s land |
| [01:16.203] | A silence of the snakes |
| [01:18.513] | Before the battle erupts |
| [01:22.805] | Oil |
| [01:29.697] | Oil |
| [01:36.476] | Oil |
| [01:43.318] | Oil |
| [01:50.198] | Enemy in sight! |
| [01:51.879] | Keep low and quiet! |
| [01:53.870] | Push forth the Mark VI Light! |
| [01:56.600] | Attack! |
| [02:12.214] | Bleak tanks rumble, bleached bones crumble |
| [02:21.132] | Fresh cannon fodder, brutally slaughtered |
| [02:30.348] | Filthy caked crusts of flesh and blood garnish the banks |
| [02:53.188] | The onslaught prevails |
| [02:55.337] | The desert of death |
| [02:58.515] | As the last man standing falls to his knees |
| [03:32.265] | Amidst fire and flame |
| [03:38.001] | Something whispers his name |
| [03:44.302] | There in the distance, like shadows cast a spell |
| [03:51.124] | And black oil erupting like a fountain from hell |
| [03:58.672] | Like a Fata Morgana, a face appears in the geyser of oil |
| [04:11.715] | Red demonic eyes looking down on him |
| [04:18.219] | Then this apogee of hell reverses down the well |
| [04:25.922] | The dead bodies start to twitch in the sand |
| [04:30.170] | Blue lunar wasteland |
| [04:32.808] | The fallen soldiers rise to their feet |
| [04:37.028] | Ghastly winds |
| [04:37.943] | Death' s stare |
| [04:39.217] | No man' s war |
| [04:40.864] | The undead soar |
| [04:43.824] | Uttering monstrous roars |
| [05:20.966] | A pack of Death closing |
| [05:27.088] | He screams and tries to dig himself in |
| [05:33.960] | Yet cold teeth already gnaw at his skin |
| [05:40.819] | He won the battle, but not the war |
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