Not a step behind of the fire line
advancing, fighting more and more without stopping
Razing, they cannot escape
shooting, with hundred of diabolical bullets
The artillery attacking the enemy, fire,
win or die in the devil's hard battle
The tanks squash the burnt cadavers
opening step to the attack forces, never go back.
Fire discipline...
They run and hide as rats
no support the power
sowing human, bombs and fire
they die now, bloody harvest.