Teksty: Dismember. Where Ironcrosses Grow. Where Ironcrosses Grow.

Death is all around me, violence and decay
Screams of the dying, never leave my mind


Hanging helpless in barbed wire, another helpless victim

Cut to shreds in the rain of fire, bleeding, burning, suffering



Where blood and iron flow, the iron crosses grow
Piles of dismembered corpses, slaughtered and twisted

Unseeing eyes, staring into nothingness