The smell of death is all around. Alligators open up, the bullets start to fly, they left no choice for us but to fight, it"s do or die. The smell of death, it"s all around. I am locked and loaded and ready to fight, bodies piled up like firewood, I can"t believe the sight. The smell of death, it"s all around.
On these beaches of annihilation, I wade into shellfire. Into this mouth of Pacific madness, I charge forth. In these jungles of devastation, where only death dwells, I look to survive the strafing and the enemy shells. On these fields of desecration, laced with b***y traps, my footsteps trudge with care or I am never coming back. On these sands of desolation, I trudge no mans land. Amongst these charred remnants of steel, I march on.
Burned out hulks of machines litter these forsaken fields. Engulfed by the flames, the smoke billows from a far.
Ripping, tearing at each other, like scorpions in a jar. Ripping, tearing at each other, like scorpions in a jar.
The stench of death and disease cripples this once still air, a once tranquil island lies battered, scarred and bare.
Ripping, tearing at each other, like scorpions in a jar. Ripping, tearing at each other, like scorpions in a jar.
The sun no longer rises on these sands of desolation. Only dark clouds raining death and destruction to all. Man has lost all conscience, he turns into a beast. His primeval being comes to form fighting till he falls, fighting till he falls.
The sun no longer rises on these sands of desolation. Only dark clouds raining death and destruction to all.
Smell of death is all around.
Ripping, tearing at each other, like scorpions in a jar. Ripping, tearing at each other, like scorpions in a jar.
On these beaches of annihilation, I wade into shellfire. Into this mouth of Pacific madness, I charge forth. In these jungles of devastation, where only death dwells, I look to survive the strafing and the enemy shells. On these fields of desecration, laced with b***y traps, my footsteps trudge with care or I am never coming back. On these sands of desolation, I trudge no mans land. Amongst these charred remnants of steel, I march on.
On these beaches of annihilation, I wade into shellfire. Into this mouth of Pacific madness, I charge forth. In these jungles of devastation, where only death dwells, I look to survive the strafing and the enemy shells. On these fields of desecration, laced with b***y traps, my footsteps trudge with care or I am never coming back. On these sands of desolation, I trudge no mans land. Amongst these charred remnants of steel, I march on.
Burned out hulks of machines litter these forsaken fields. Engulfed by the flames, the smoke billows from a far.
Ripping, tearing at each other, like scorpions in a jar. Ripping, tearing at each other, like scorpions in a jar.
The stench of death and disease cripples this once still air, a once tranquil island lies battered, scarred and bare.
Ripping, tearing at each other, like scorpions in a jar. Ripping, tearing at each other, like scorpions in a jar.
The sun no longer rises on these sands of desolation. Only dark clouds raining death and destruction to all. Man has lost all conscience, he turns into a beast. His primeval being comes to form fighting till he falls, fighting till he falls.
The sun no longer rises on these sands of desolation. Only dark clouds raining death and destruction to all.
Smell of death is all around.
Ripping, tearing at each other, like scorpions in a jar. Ripping, tearing at each other, like scorpions in a jar.
On these beaches of annihilation, I wade into shellfire. Into this mouth of Pacific madness, I charge forth. In these jungles of devastation, where only death dwells, I look to survive the strafing and the enemy shells. On these fields of desecration, laced with b***y traps, my footsteps trudge with care or I am never coming back. On these sands of desolation, I trudge no mans land. Amongst these charred remnants of steel, I march on.