The Moon Lay Hidden Beneath a Cloud - Untitled XI

We come!
Here we come!
We come!

"Gentlemen! This is our day!
This grey morning is our judgement-day!
So don't take too long, get hold of your Bren!
Even the wounded, I need every man!"

This is our morning,
Our morning of war!
Longing for slaughter,
We're after Thor!

Torments of war!

"Where is the rest? I need every man!
On with you bucks, or I'll smash your cran!
Don't be chicks, there's no way out!
You'll go through this like a boy-scout!"

This is our morning,
Our morning of war!
Longing for slaughter,
We're after Thor!

"Don't worry, soldier, you'll pass through this!
Won't be a problem, less than a kiss!
Just take your Bren, and helmet on,
Close your eyes, you're not alone!

I'm with you, man, give you command
Here on the phone, you're no debutant!
You're headding too far, watch out rifleman!
Don't die me away! I need every man!"

Selfimmolation!
I'm dying alone!
Selfimmolation!
I'm dying alone!