08/15 Lyrics

Put on your gasmasks and sound the charge,
we'll be over and out with the end of the barrage.
Bullets find their mark between cries and shouts,
you're in no man's land and there's no way out.

Slashing, cutting, ripping, smashing, shooting, stabbing, brainpan bashing,
machine guns hammering, comrades yammering, you start stammering.
'Oh please God, don't make me take this pain',
but there's no one there, your cries are in vain.

You slip in bloody mud by the barbwire fence,
you can see their eyes in the other side's trench.
Bullets find your flesh, they don't treat you nice,
you're in no mand's land, another hero feeds the flies.

Your corpse decomposing in the blood-soaked mud,
you never had a chance, you never had a clou.
All they ever wanted was to spill your blood,
maxim fodder was their job for you.