Fields of Rot - Nocturnal Breed

We blasted through the front-line

Crossing the carnage remains

Into the meat grinders rattle

Chain-fed in lunatic waves

Through clouds of poisoned gasses

Ankle-deep in blood

We did not see — The chain-gun front

Bullet-bait for the Gods

No… Please don’t leave me here

On the fields of rot

Send me home in pieces instead

I feel it coming

Lung-rot — Gang green

Inflectional disease

In rotting white flesh

More maggot now than meat

Slowly blood-flies eat me up

My hands are rotting off

Hacked apart — The living Hell

Upon the fields of rot

Buried alive in mass graves

Side by side with the dead

Abandoned here — In no-man's land

Flung to the four winds we’re spread

Out of the trench it came

Into the midnight black

His rottenness — The Ghost of war

The Devil’s on his back

To walk the fields of bone

The curse of necrotising black

A rotted ruin of a face

Is licking at my soul

Burning with the fever

It is tearing down at me

A lipless grin — And rotten teeth

Insane and splenderously

Rotting and forgotten

Buried face up in the mud

Through the stink of death

My soul cries out

Last breath of sanity

Oh God… Please kill me

Crawling through leprous-white corpse-flesh

Bone-ash is choking my lungs

Forced to drink rottified corpse-blood

I’ll crawl back to Hell on my bones

Massacre beyond all sickness

Nothing but eternal rot

Left to die — Born to rot

Worm-eaten into your soul