[Lyrics : Greg Conan & Chris Palengat]
The gathering smell of rotteness
Is cutting through my brain
Slicing up my friends
And then killing the pain
Gathered here together for our final day
Never ending strain
Fighting tooth and nail
Short on munitions
The say "War is hell"
Slaughtered for the objective
In the thick of the battle
Going on an onslaught
In a desperate struggle