Fields of Rot

We blasted through the front-line
 Crossing the carnage remains
 Into the meat grinders rattle
 Chain-fed in lunatic waves
 Through clouds of poisoned gasses
 Ankle-deep in blood
 We did not see - The chain-gun front
 Bullet-bait for the Gods
 No... Please don't leave me here
 On the fields of rot
 Send me home in pieces instead
 I feel it coming
 Lung-rot - Gang green
 Inflectional disease
 In rotting white flesh
 More maggot now than meat
 Slowly blood-flies eat me up
 My hands are rotting off
 Hacked apart - The living Hell
 Upon the fields of rot
 Buried alive in mass graves
 Side by side with the dead
 Abandoned here - In no-man's land
 Flung to the four winds we're spread
 Out of the trench it came
 Into the midnight black
 His rottenness - The Ghost of war
 The Devil's on his back
 To walk the fields of bone
 The curse of necrotising black
 A rotted ruin of a face
 Is licking at my soul
 Burning with the fever
 It is tearing down at me
 A lipless grin - And rotten teeth
 Insane and splenderously
 Rotting and forgotten
 Buried face up in the mud
 Through the stink of death
 My soul cries out
 Last breath of sanity
 Oh God... Please kill me
 Crawling through leprous-white corpse-flesh
 Bone-ash is choking my lungs
 Forced to drink rottified corpse-blood
 I'll crawl back to Hell on my bones
 Massacre beyond all sickness
 Nothing but eternal rot
 Left to die - Born to rot
 Worm-eaten into your soul