Cryptic Wintermoon

Bonegrinder 1916
The smell of poison gas - fills the air No need to search for death - he will find you there Soil drained with blood - cities pulverized Dead bodies twisted - humans carbonized Bonegrinder - grinding bones - eating them alive Spitting them out dead - no one will survive War is the only answer My gun spreads bullets like cancer Bombs like rain - day and night - moving out - suicide Death angels - from the sky - descent from hell - thousands die Machinegun fire - detonations - rifle rounds - devastation Grinding bones - artillery shell - draining blood - here is hell Fire, roaring thunder - will be my coming signs Planting death and havoc - among the defense lines Thousand bodies - lay ripped and torn The sound of cannon fire - roars like thunderstorm Soil drained with blood - cities pulverized Dead bodies twisted - humans carbonized Bonegrinder - grinding bones - eating them alive Spitting them out dead - no one will survive War is the only answer My gun spreads bullets like cancer From Letras Mania