Album: The Fine Art Of Murder
[Music: Rios; lyrics: Hoffmann]
Cadaver frozen stiff
To live in grieving ice
Can't feel hands or feet
Just want to forfeit life
Spilled blood keeps you warm
It may not be your own
Shellshocked insomnia
Attack at any cost
Drive on cannot stop
One hundred thousand fall
Among the scattered flesh
Glory of conquest calls
Columns roll on, bodies still fall
Eyes glazed over, the front can't stall
Columns roll on, bodies still fall
Eyes glazed over, the front can't stall
Snow falls white, it turns to red
Frozen in time, the tormented dead
Fight on for honor, fight to survive
For frozen landscape, the many have died
Drive on cannot stop
One hundred thousand fall
Among the scattered flesh
Glory of conquest calls