Cryptic Wintermoon – Bonegrinder 1916

The smell of poison gass - 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 bone - eathing them alive
Spitting them ut dead - noone 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
Machingun 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 thunderstrom

Soil drained with blood - cities pulverized
Dead bodies twisted - humans carbonized
Blooddrain - draining blood - eathing the alive
Spitting them out dead - noone will survive

War is the only awnser
My gun spreads bullets like cancer