Infantry Storm - Bestial Mockery

Early morning mist lies thick

Tension in the air

Towards the enemy positions

Step by step we’re closing in

An endless second, then fire breaks out

Inhaling that lovely smoke

A rush so familiar

Infantry Storm

Shrapnel flies throughout the skies

Machine-guns screaming loud

Another push towards that hold

And we break through the lines

Distant punch of artillery guns

Rushing though the air

Striking hard into the ground

A hammer made of flames

Forward through a destroyed world

Barbed wire and concrete

Storming lines of infantry

Swarming hrds of Death

Puking fire, cleansing th bunkers

Reload and then move on

Pushing ever forward

Infantry Storm