Songs of Slaughter - Songs of Sacrifice

Civilians, soldiers No need to differentiate Bullets, grenades, bayonets Thrust that blade into the pyre! Torching the living In a race to meet the tonne But when there's this much killing Well, who's really keeping track? Leave nobody standing Let them know the thrust of your blade The fewer remaining The less chance this campaign Comes back to haunt us Avoiding said problems Best achieved by their deaths Raped, killed and mutilated Slaughtered in front of family and friends For this man's pleasure Is his victim's pain And what's an invasion If no one is slain? For if we are diligent And we clean up our 'mess' Our unbridled savagery Generates no regret For if we are diligent Cancel out our debts Their truth becomes fable Their story dies with them For what is war If not a means to settle a debt A blanket under which you'll do as you will Refining the hunt, perfecting the kill

You signed up for it Didn't you bother to read the fine print? No retrospective claims have an ounce of validity Once you signed on, you gave certain rights away A contract signed in ink It is sometimes a pact of blood Use your fuckin' head! And the will to stand by your actions First thing you need to accept Is that once your hands have been soiled Soiled by the blood of man They'll never again be clean So whether they were friend or foe You were merely a conduit And just because you signed on in ink It's not to suggest this is anything less Than a pact of blood War is an odyssey Devoid of mercy An engagement of spirit, blood and will Where no one is spared It affects all whether they live or die But what, what becomes of me? And what of these hands, that will never be clean? And the soldier that lay there in the trench Wounded, but not quite mortally The 'friendly fire' had ripped through his abdomen And he panted as though he was giving birth to his own death His comrade tried to stem the flow of blood And all the while he thought to himself These hands will never be clean

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 23, 2025

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It's a cold farewell For the troops of the trench When they're swallowed in the cloud In this mustard colored stench It's a cold farewell All their comrades straight to hell And when the mortar strikes the ground When the gas fog swells It's a cold farewell When your lungs constrict When your throat burns bare And your eyes bulge and swell It's a cold farewell Your defences shot to hell Coughing lungfuls of blood Overwhelmed with dizzy spells It's a cold farewell For the troops of the trench On the battlefield you're stranded Wounded mildly at best It's a cold farewell When you're face down in the mud And the enemy advances You're surrounded by the thud Of the boots on the trot And the bayonets unsheathed And you're anxious not to breathe Desperate not to move It's a cold farewell When they stop and they circle And even though you are surrounded In your last moments you're alone

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 23, 2025

Don't pray for me For no life is eternal Don't pray for me I followed my heart And I signed up for the cause Don't pray for me Even though it may appear That a sentence has been cast Don't pray for me We're one and all destined for the dust And my time is soon For no life is eternal Don't pray for me For what is now shall always be Don't pray for me For what I have committed to Is bigger than any you or me Don't pray for me As the serpents grip it tightens Around the very throat of life Don't pray for me We're one and all destined for the dust Though my heart is burning War is a wheel that never stops turning And I must submit to this call A fire that never stops burning Not as much nihilism as a yearning Like my bretheren I will hear the call Life and death are the cycle And war hastens the inevitable But sometimes it is what it is The only real difference The wheel spins much faster For those who undertake this task

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 23, 2025

They say, there is glory They say there is glory in death But who really remembers the fallen? And what sort of methods What of the means to achieve Self inflicted, or under the blade, experiments of torture But he appeared as a doctor And he's taken an oath To revive to renew to repair He gave him no struggle Till he produced the scalpel And proceeded no further prepared than that They say, there is justice And after all these men took an oath So how did he find himself strapped to a table Unprepared for the surgical probe What kind of results did he seek When he removed a lung just to see How the subject would cope with the surgical practice How quickly his health would deplete Cutting deep into his chest Analysing the potential for cardiac arrest Surgery sans anesthesia to see how a man Would deal with the pain You'll wish you died in the field Repeat the mantra They say, there is glory They say there is glory in death But is it any more valid if you die under sufferance Or under extreme duress Would you say there's an ounce more esteem For a death on the battlefield As opposed to that suffered by a prisoner of war His enemies' captive Under the blade the experimental doctor's hand

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 23, 2025

I've heard so many, so many air raid sirens That my reaction now Is merely mild acknowledgement And while nothing happens, without a reason I just have to say that that magnesium dawn Was most unexpected The light was consumed in a scarlet plume In a bluish flash and a shockwave boomed A devastation that transformed the day Into night! In a firestorm in a hail of glass This was the bomb of bombs The doomsday blast The undoer of creation had been unleashed As far as the eye, as far as the eye could see An en masse cremation, an atomic devastation A terrain reduced to ashes, and dust to dust And there were those who survived Those who emerged from the carnage alive Sifting through the deluge They wandered the streets, zombified

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 23, 2025

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