Bonegrinder 1916
Cryptic Wintermoon
The smell of poison gass - fills the air
No need to search for death - he will find you there
Soil drained with blood - cities pulverized
Dead bodies twisted - humans carbonized
Bonegrinder - grinding bones - eathing them alive
Spitting them out dead - noone will survive
Was is the only answer
My gun spreads bullets like cancer
Bombs like rain - day and night - moving out - suicide
Death angels - from the sky - descent from hell - thousands die
Machinegun fire - detonations - rifle rounds - devastation
Grinding bones - artillery shell - draining blood - here is hell
Fire, roaring thunder - will be my coming signs
Planting death and havoc - among the defense lines
Thousand bodies - lay ripped and torn
The sound of cannon fire - roars like thunderstorm
Soil drained with blood - cities pulverized
Dead bodies twisted - humans carbonized
Bonegrinder - grinding bones - eathing them alive
Spitting them out dead - noone will survive
Was is the only answer
My gun spreads bullets like cancer