Paroles de Asphyx II (They Died As They Marched)

Early morning call the roll from the barracks in the cold weary faces tired men all prepare to leave the camp Growling watchdogs snarling guards resignated off they marched snow starts falling severe frost hostile country hope seems lost silent ribbon shuffling feet drink icicles nothing to eat Sleep whilst morning with open eys from the bitches the frozen cry Column breaking exhaustion comrades crawling starvation forgotten chapter tragic night on this route many died