Not dead yet - soon to be Sticky eyes - you can't see Warm blood - everywhere Sharp pain - grown despair Blood's dripping - down the eyes Sweet taste - of your demise No hope - you die alone Your grave - the killing zone With first light, the sound of charge Air raid sirens call for death You are just cannon fodder Death for states and not for honour Screams of the wounded Get into the song The symphony of death Of death and desolation Among Death and desolation Horror of war, grimace of death The bellow of cannons Stealing your breath Dismembered bodies Tattered and torn Screams oft he wounded You die alone