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Intro
01:43
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2. |
Tunes Of War
03:20
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First to go over the top
While shells exploding all around
To play your pipe and never stop
No ammunition but your sound
Skirling out the tunes of war
To be heard from near and far
Through uneven ground,
Make sure that you don't trip
Past wires and shell holes
You better do not slip
Skirling out the tunes of war
You dance with death
To be heard from near and far
Until your last breath
Give courage to the boys
Every step could be your last
amidst chaos and noise
Determined you will fulfill your task
The honour bestowed on you
Gives strength to carry on
In the battle
..of the Somme
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3. |
Steel Reaper
04:19
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In entrenched position
With plenty ammunition
Behind wire entanglements
A bringer of death
Exceeding expectations
With skill and dedication
Honour, pride and decorations
An example for the men
Son, husband and brother
Reduced to cannon fodder
One by one they will fall
Under withering gun fire
Steel reaper - spewing lead
Steel reaper - seeing red
Steel reaper - live taker
Steel reaper - full of dread
Hailed as a war hero
Emotions reduced to zero
No place for empathy
On killing ground supreme
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4. |
Incoming Death
06:24
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The parades have long gone
the church bells ceased to chime
We pray to god it will end
But no answer from the divine
Just sit and wait … for the incoming death
Just sit and wait … for the incoming death
Unprotected and exposed
The town became an empty shell
Abandoned ones, too weak to fight
Spending our days in hell
Just sit and wait.. for the incoming death
Sit and wait.. incoming death
A million shells fired
Heard from Hundred miles away
Hurling destruction and death
Death coming our way
Turn green fields to grey
No escape.. Violent fate
...violent fate
In the ruins of our homes
We're holding out full of despair
Starvation and fatigue
The smell of death lies in the air
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5. |
Shock Trooper
04:32
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Stalemate along the front
Is grinding us down
Suffering huge losses
No ground has been won
New tactics evolved
In these desperate times
Spreading terror and fear
Behind enemy lines
Shock trooper!
Crawl across the field
Infiltrate their trenches
Take them by surprise
Penetrate their defences
..for the rush
..for the thrill
My satisfaction
The pleasure to kill
I am a Shock Trooper
I am a Shock Trooper
Shock trooper!
Fight at close quarters
Strike hard and fast
Any notion of mercy
Has long time past
Front leave and medals
are Meaningless to me
A path to rampant bloodshed
is all that i see
I am a Shock Trooper
I am a Shock Trooper
I am a Shock Trooper
I am a Shock Trooper!
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6. |
Mechanized Warfare
04:11
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Zero hour
Time to attack
Sound of roaring engines
And Screeching tracks
Lumbering slowly
Towards the front
Across desolation
Through mud and blood
Mechanised Warfare
Two six pounder guns
Bolted armour hull
28 tons of steel
Advance into battle
Landships are clearing
A path ahead
For troops to follow
In their treads
Huge mechanical monsters
Built to obliterate
Bring about their heavy guns
Hunting for their targets
The dawn of
Mechanised Slaughter
Annihilate
Ploughing over
Barricades
and barbed wire
Breach the line
Roll into action
All that’s left
A trail of destruction
The dawn of
Mechanised Slaughter
Mechanised Warfare!
Mechanised Warfare!
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7. |
Unnamed Grave
05:35
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My thoughts are with you
As I am facing my end
I’ve been appreciating
The time we have spent
I kept all of your letters
Close to my heart
But they won’t stop the bullet
That will tear us apart
We are fixing our bayonets
With trembling hands
Certain death awaits
In no man's land
Artillery shelling
Is shaking the earth
As we are ready to run
Into machine gun bursts
We are fixing our bayonets
With trembling hands
Certain death awaits
In no man's land
Out from the trench
As the whistle blows
Into a hail of bullets
Into hellfire we go
We are heading straight
For an unnamed grave
There is no going back
For we have to be brave
I fall on my knees
And i’m coughing blood
With tears in my eyes
I fade in the mud
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8. |
Play Of Death
04:44
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You who cheered when they marched by
Towards the frontline far away
Pray that you will never know
The horrors his eyes saw
It cannot be undone
It cannot be unseen
The times he was an actor
on the stage of war atrocities
A cheerful lad eager for life
Before the war when things were right
The laughter and the joy have gone
Now that the battle’s won
It cannot be undone
It cannot be unseen
The times he was an actor
on the stage of war atrocities
No drink was strong enough
To make his memories fade
The only way to ease this pain
Was a bullet through his brain
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9. |
Flander's Blues
04:41
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You can feel the earth
Shuddering and quake
Shells exploding in blasts of dirt
And the Flanders Blues begins
Run through a hail
Of mud and debris
Nerve wracking shelling and deafening blasts
Minutes turned to hours that won’t pass
And again the blues begins
And the devil grins, the devil grins
Pounding down
Shell after shell
The rhythm of Flanders
The blues from hell
You can only
Wait and pray
That you will see
Another day
Duckboards and
Communication wire
Cut to pieces
By artillery fire
Entire sectors
Leveled to the ground
Countless have fallen
Never to be found
When the Flanders Blues begins
the devil grins, the devil grins
It’s the Flanders Blues
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10. |
Flamethrower
04:03
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Light the nozzle
Throw the flame
Roaring and hissing
Unleash the bringer of pain
Swelling to
A black oily rose
Spreading horror
Amongst the foes
Incinerate, incinerate
Flamethrower
Air filled
With fire, smoke, and stench
Death to all
who remain in their trench
Horrific injuries
To body and mind
All compassion
Left behind
Incinerate, incinerate
Flamethrower, flamethrower
A thousand degrees.. The flamethrower
Melting skin
And burning flesh
All in its way
Turned into ash
From afar
A spectacle of light
Every time
The flamethrower ignites
Flamethrower, flamethrower
Incinerate, incinerate
The flamethrower!
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11. |
The March
03:12
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12. |
Pro Patria Mori (Outro)
02:51
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Wounded by shrapnels and left behind
His screams were carried by the wind
A slow decrescendo of pain and despair
In the ghostly light of a flare
Silence, an uncomfortable relief
No emotions left for grief
“One gladly dies for their country”
I wonder if the dead would agree
Here’s no honour, no glory
Pro patria mori
The bleak end of their story
Pro patria mori
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