Songtext von Marching To Death

In the war A gun in my hand My brother on my shoulders The pain tears my heart Running for live Striving for survive At the direction of his eyes Giving no chance for mourn In the trench The smell of flesh Am I getting crazy? Marching to Death Multilated Soldiers They begged to live Or crave for the death Releasing the suffering Running for live Striving for survive At the direction of his eyes Giving no chance for mourn In the trench Killing for life I scream: Open fire The guns are brazing Smell of flesh I'm getting crazy Marching to Death Look! The enemy in the trap Here! Killing is not a sin Feel! The smell of flesh Now! The red hides your skin Reload! Am I the hunter or the hunting? Prepare! Marching to Death!