Pictura Poesis - Visions of Death (Ego Sum Bellum, Pt. II)

On the field they fight to rise above all.
To conquer these endless warfields.
On the field they dine in enemies blood.
To defeat the land of revolutionary wars.

Beneath the blackened skies.
The sound of torture and demise.
The trumpet blows.
Shots fired from the trenches.
Marching to their graves.

Screaming, visions of death.
Create the end.
Legions fighting for their lands.

Hopeless, wasting time.
Throwing away human lives.
For the greater good.
They all will die.

Walking through human putrid mass.
Blood red soaked soil.

Bones crack under their feet.
Stepping on cold dead meat.
Striking terror into the living souls.
The horrendous war is raging on.
Noise in the north.
The cannons are brought forth.
The fire, ten more dead.
When will this nightmare end?

Ride on, slaughter,
destroy every single thing they've got.

Take their lives, one by one.
Spill enemies blood for these back home.
None must survive. We shall rise.
Legions of France, the greater good.

Retreat, they run for their lives.
No escape, no hope.
Impaled on a bayonet.
Bullets erased the rest.

Coalitions terminated.
There is nothing left.
Only those who are dead.
Swept away from the earth.