Cold Earth Mourning by Merrimack
In the grey fields of terror and death, where cannons
never sleep and hunger is never quenched, they die and
die and keep on dying in vermin and cold rancid blood.
Forward, forward! In mud and in blood! Forward, nevermind
the iron storm. Ardour has passed away a long time ago
now, no one could tell when, no one could tell why. But
this life is not life, it's the whole world committing
mass suicide. Once convicted of unity, now beholding the
true face of disharmony, allies have all failed, Sofia
has fallen. Whatever, the march goes on and on and on...
Here in the grey fields of terror and death, far away
from homeland, defeatists and traitors, the alliance of
death keeps on marching, keeps on dying for the sake of
eternal confrontation. Reeling skeletal shadows,
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