Lyrics




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



Writer(s): Arttu Vuori



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