Nechronicles 1916
(Nechronicles, Demo, 2008)

 

A million souls dying in a mud vault
Doves entangled in the barbed wire fences
Confronted divisions in the presence of death
Lead and gunpowder ecstasy

Fire, the fire that leaves from my hands
Fury, the fury that leaves from my being
I rejoice in the bloodshed
Dismembered we can still fight

The ground is cover with scars
The ground is turn blood-red
Only the corpse's smell will satiate their hunger
Only the skulls crunching on walking will please them

1916, brutal confrontation

Peace? Truce? Empty words
Darkness after the mortars' storm
Killed like dogs

Unscrupulous officers
Direct battalions to the gathering
Trenches like common graves
Ravens will be grateful for the feast
The cold hand of Death rests on we

Fire, the fire that leaves from my hands
Fury, the fury that leaves from my being
I rejoice in the bloodshed
Dismembered we can still fight

I will left your children fatherless
I will be the cancer of your fatherland
Hate moves along us
Resentment guide us