Eschatology of War
Up to mighty London Came an Irishman one day. As the streets are paved with gold Sure, everyone was gay, Singing songs of Piccadilly, Strand and Leicester Square, Till Paddy got excited, Then he shouted to them there： ::It's a long way to Tipperary, It's a long way to go. It's a long way to Tipperary To the sweetest girl I know! Goodbye, Piccadilly, Farewell, Leicester Square! It's a long long way to Tipperary, But my heart's right there.::
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025
Fall of the dominion Empires burning Destruction and death as homecoming Back to the Trenches Straighten up your rifle Get back inline Give up your life for Empire Death is not the end Gas mask on my face Wounded faces Scream it out loud I lie in the mud One of thethousands of others who died With phosgene's blindness Back to the Trenches Give up your life for Empire Death is not the end Gasmask on my face
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025
Winter in trenches Becomes unbearable Cold claws of death Entwined my heart Like snow-white marble Our bodies are frozen Dead fingers squeeze rifles and knifes My dead comrade Lies a few hundred yards from me Snow covered his new uniform And his blood becomes white too Soldiers of my regiment Drop their weapon and go out of the trenches Their faltering few steps To white rest and enemies On the No Man's Land They hugged and singed And yet with neither rage no hate Cause its christmas eve But I'm obliged to kill I take the bayonet And run across the field Young German reaches out to me I hit him in the throat Again again and again Because there is no fucking christmas truce
Submitted by Warbringer — Nov 11, 2025
Like scum of earth Like dust on shoes. I seethe walls of Fort Douaumont Despair Despond Despair Despond The shrapnel rain wrapped me It falls hard washes me away My world remained without light The leaden clouds filled the sky Got the light? And woke up dead God of light? You will be exterminated Don’t even try Your life will be trampled down In Verdun`s mud Fairness does not exist And you're just a piece Of meat In the grinder of senseless war Got the life? Cross the line God the life?
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025
I arise into glory ride Thru the battlefield Ripped bodies lie around Death, decay and filth No mercy for the enemies Run and shoot to kill I dont know how long I can Endure that bloody thrill But death remains And bullet waits The shrapnel rain Tore down the veins We all get lost Buried alive in mud With trench-bombs and guns in numbed hands We are all dead And there is no earthly reason To still believe in flags of our state I lie in the middle of no man's lands Where fear and weapons meet I have run out of ammunition And I cannot retreat I see the bodies of dead comrades And crawl between their parts Pinned down by a crossfire From the enemy machine guns
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025
Death comes in different ways It hangs in the air Spilled on the battleground It squashes you with tracks Too many ways to die Now decease coming down like Black vultures in the sky And you are bursting out Impaled All wounded Dissected Unburied Charred corpses Torn into pieces Departed Without breathing I'm running down thru the scorched earth Death overtakes me And quiet sound of working air screws Burns me down
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
Thru the night I hear war-cries Shots and whistles of yataghans Here comes the 57th infantry Regiment Lead by Ataturk Our ANZAC Corps Was entrenched at the Gallipoli coast Ottoman machine-guns Met us with fire We did not expect Such furious defense So far away from home We died At the nomads land We thought they were barbarians But encountered Well-trained and organized imperial army With cannons and machine-guns How can we win When their commander Ordered them: I do not order to fight, I order you to die. In the time which passes Until we die, other troops Can come forward And take our places Inshalah! Ottoman rise! Inshalah!
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025
I Light up the night, The purifying fire Of hand grenades Becomes your defiler Estimate Of the enemy's intentions By the way We came for you in trenches Bayonet in throat Trench club stuck in your skull Overage Of bloodlust desires On and on Beat down the enemies By the way We came for you in trenches Guards of war When daylights gone, we light the fire Guards of war We took the death for you for hire Guards of war Bayonets as god, blood as religion Guards of war Vengeance in death, No benediction
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025
The Fields Where I Died Brave and courage As long as ravens fly Flags and heroes Lay down to the ground Cost of freedom Death tracked us down as a hound Death tracked us down as a hound Embrace me till the end Death tracked us down as a hound I hope you all die alone
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025
Oh, they put me in the Army And they handed me a pack, They took away my nice new clothes And dolled me up in tack. They marched me twenty miles a day To fit me for the war; I didn't mind the first nineteen, But the last one made me sore! Oh, it's not the pack That you carry on your back, Nor the Springfield on your shoulder. Nor the five inch crust Of Clinton County dust That makes you feel your limbs are growing older. And it's not the hike On the hard turnpike That wipes away your smile, Nor the socks of sisters That raise the blooming blisters, It's the last long mile! Some day they'll send us over And they'll put us in the trench, Taking pop shots at the Fritzes With the Tommys and the French. And someday we'll be marching Through a town across the Rhine, And then, you bet, we'll all forget These mournful words of mine! Oh, it's not the pack That you carry on your back, Nor the Springfield on your shoulder. Nor the five inch crust Of Clinton County dust That makes you ... [faded out]
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025