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Dominate, new technologies dominate the war |
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Exterminate, Overthrow the enemy |
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Asphyxiate, The call for retribution |
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Vicious death creeping across the fields |
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Mustard gas, a deadly hellish fiend |
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A choking grip is locked around your neck |
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Vomit blood. Your face turns grey. You are dead |
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Nauseate. Malicious pain ripping through your lungs |
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Degenerate. The weary crucifixion |
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Hallucinate. Inhale, exhale |
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Feel the wind blow in your direction |
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Breath of death. Fog thickens the air |
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No code of honor, you dogs of war |
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1917, we're gasping for air |
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I cannot breathe, I cannot see |
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Poison fog. Poison fog |
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Inhaling mustard gas. It kills me in my sleep |
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Poison fog. Poison fog. |
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Exhaustion, dehydration |
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The water is foul with decay and excrement and something dead |
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It's covered with sour mustard gas |
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As I watched them in bright daylight |
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When crawling through the poison clouds, I saw them burn away |
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My name should have been written between theirs on stones |
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In dreams I still see, hear and smell them every single night |
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Dominate, new technologies dominate the war |
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Exterminate, Overthrow the enemy |
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Asphyxiate, The call for retribution |
|
Feel the wind blow in your direction |
|
Breath of death. Fog thickens the air |
|
No code of honor, you dogs of war |
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1917, we're gasping for air |
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I cannot breathe, I cannot see |
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Poison fog. Poison fog |
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Inhaling mustard gas. It kills me in my sleep |
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Poison fog. Poison fog. |
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Exhaustion, dehydration |
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The water is foul with decay and excrement and something dead |
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It's covered with sour mustard gas |