Entrenched Lyrics

Evening or morn – there are no differences
All the smoke and slop they just obscure our senses

The taste of dread
The taste of blood
The taste of sweat
The taste of mud

Shoulder to shoulder, waiting for the next attack
Knee deep in corpses, we are never coming back

Those down are dead
Those down are gone
We're on their backs
They're not alone

Next layer of meat – that's what we are, nothing more
We are sinking deep, building a path out of gore