Withering Dreams
Green pastures, the smell of home
The town and life I used to call my own
Suddenly the sky turns black
Horrid screams fill the air
The whistle sounds and now we have to run
Howls of agony, the day has just begun
Storming through the lines as fast as I can
Friends dying everywhere
I have to kill, it's the only way
Still shaking, now I'm truly awake
This place is hell on earth
Are our lives nothing worth?
Endless shelling, am I really
Am I really left here out to die?!
No! You can't contain me
You're - only feeding my rage
I have to kill to survive
Fight for my - life
Green pastures, the smell of home
The town and life I can call my own again
Suddenly my mind goes dark
See crows pick my friends apart
I wish I could / erase the memories / and just let it go
But I can't...let it go
Writer/s: Incarnate
