Songtexte
Forcefield
of
fire
covers
the
advance
Soldiers
charging
run
to
the
blasts
Pray
to
the
gods
of
artillery
math
If
they
fuck
up
you
get
shot
in
the
back
Creeping
barrage
Desperate
try
Looming
ahead
Almost
certain
Creeping
barrage
Desperate
try
Looming
ahead
Almost
certain
death
Reach
their
lines
when
the
fire
lasts
Or
face
the
maxims
it's
rat
tat
tat
tat
Rolling
the
trenches
it's
bloody
as
hell
Rest
for
a
minute
then
do
it
again
Creeping
barrage
Desperate
try
Looming
ahead
Almost
certain
death
20
million
dead,
ain't
that
the
best
Going
through
hell
that
was
their
test
After
it
all
they
said
never
again
But
we
all
know
it
wasn't
the
end
Creeping
barrage
Desperate
try
Looming
ahead
Almost
certain
Creeping
barrage
Desperate
try
Looming
ahead
Almost
certain
Creeping
barrage
Desperate
try
Looming
ahead
Almost
certain
Creeping
barrage
Desperate
try
Looming
ahead
Almost
certain
death
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