Mountain Of Death

Heavy weighs the carbine rifle in my hand,
we ascend this mountain pushing further to the end,
raming, pounding, stamping we are forcing an earthquake,
the peak is shining bright the ghosts of fire are awake,

The mountain of death,
for the victory wreath,
The mountain of death,
this is our last breath.

The field artillery conforms it's fatal designation,
my fear wants me to turn back down to betray my own nation,
shots like bursting thunderbolts create a brawling valley,
we can't escape the noise, so we are facing the blue devils,
the blue devils!

Half of us is still alive and reaching barrage sectors,
brutality of trench warfare's erasing human factors,
instructions are instructions and we wait until death hits,
as hell breaks loose we're facing it under the moons eclipse.

The mountain of death,
for the victory wreath,
The mountain of death,
this is our last breath.

Fulminating devils causing impact of the lead,
bullets striking in my chest, two comrades feel my need,
and as I feel their helping hand we're lost on so much levels,
treble death is whispering, we're kettled by blue devils,
by blue devils!

The mountain of death,
for the victory wreath,
The mountain of death,
this is our last breath.