Trail of the Dead

The howl of artillery passes overhead
 Trailing tongues of fire, spelling certain death
 Counter battery bursts, raining down on positions
 The steel inferno reaps its deadly harvest
 I walk among the corpses of the fallen
 Fingers curled into claws of Rigor Mortis
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 The wall of fire creeping closer
 An infernal crescendo that seems not to end
 We left a trail of ten thousand dead
 I still hear their screams in my head
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 Feel the caress of hot lead
 Fighting a battle we can't win
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 Hot steel ripping through young flesh
 Our numbers are growing thin
 Nowhere to run, nowhere to go
 Wading through human remains
 Comrades in pieces, friends cut to shreds
 The violence of warfare, we start to comprehend