Positional Warfare
I'm waiting for the last sun dow
I'll bring the world to an en
for the murder and my lus
excruciation, fulfillment neede
the tank is my horse to rid
I'l charge this horse on through deat
a perishment in utter ecstas
I'll kill the slut called hop
when darkness enshrouds the ligh
I'll destroy your futile rac
your children will learn to be warrior
on the land soiled by their parents bloo
when mt bayonet drips re
you'll see me in another worl
bodies dressed in earth's mu
morality is a funeral pyre