Fields Of Rotting Flesh Songtext
von Creeping Flesh

Entering a dead land, miles of bombed out fields
Entrenched in deaths own visions, we have to succeed

Even as they march one hundred yards or more
Retreat is not an option, must endure this ruthless war

The Troops question my sanity
In the stench and decay
As they wander the fields
The fields of rotting flesh

Just one hardfought battle, it could end the war
Never would have thought, it would have gone this far

Cowards turning back, just a blot on our flag
Trying hard to find another way
I must force them forward, theres no hope in the trench
Either way, they wont see another day

The Troops question my sanity
In the stench and decay
As they wander the fields
The fields of rotting flesh


Turning to their comrades
Turns out theres none left
Charging at the cannons
Charging to their death

Thousand upon thousands
Stuck in this goddamn hell
Cant tell one from others
Barbed wire, bones and flesh

Madness at the frontline
Soldiers run amok
Hiding from my fire
Life will end in shock

Sent to do my bidding
Sent to die my way
Sent for retribution
They wont see another day

Failing operations
Stuck at our own wire
Antagonizing soldiers
Taste my mortar fire