The Monolith d**hcult - 1917 - Spring Offensive (dulce Et Decorum Est) lyrics

Plodding on through the s**ing grey mud The carnage fought, oozed by trench war clay That in springs past sprung not a single bud For fear of more d**h or total dismay Though shells may plow clean the fields Burning the crops and mauling the mud The wind brings only d**h from a vat Fertile by cold blood a young man yields Innocent yet mangled in gruesome combat Spewing blackest bile the gas claims one more Cold d**h comes creeping through the trench If not by shells maimed or crazied long before A cloud of mustard takes half of those deployed Ghastly faces peer back in black or hues of grey The grandiose arrogance, victory as agony intent Lifeless by the commanders that them did betray The mindrape of the spectacle of dehumanization Viral god wields his festering scythe of gangrene By endless flashes of mortar or the cadaveric stench Ghostly faces peer through the veil of celluloid "Creeping like a snake from a can The slithering stench of yellow d**h Chemical flame of decay Burning skin and intestine Regurgitating the bloody guts Spewing last life from a wretched soul Live for life, k** for all that is wrong he drags himself to safety" d**h in the Perimeter Where furious endearment once was cradled, crippled by crossfire, but firm of will Live for life, k** for all that is wrong he drags himself to safety, d**h in the Perimeter The need to bleed to gain a yard of mud Plodding on through the s**ing grey mud The carnage fought, oozed by trench war clay That in springs past sprung not a single bud For fear of more d**h or total dismay Burning holes in his battered back Eyes and mind leaning on the fair horizon but his heart drowning in trench war clay Fertile by cold blood a young man yields Shredded by barbed wire screaming shrapnel, incandescent hail