Scourged by ignorance

In a strench of perdition

Grub to live in oblivion

Captured in the rotting black



In the black of dirtiness

Feet starts to putrefy

Everyone limps

Everyone is congealed

Boots full of mud

Limbs are numb



To save their lives

They need amputation



No doctors around

They use grubs

O clean their wounds

To avoid infection

Shoes full of grubs

Eating the rotted flesh



Now the terror is complete



Recovering in a strench full of excrements

To die in the lavatory of the battlefield

Insane... The horrible odour of dead bodies

Human cesspool... living in the rotting black

You can imaginate