Forward Into Death Video (MV)

Armored strike overwhelms us
The forward line can barely hold
Fire tracers everywhere
Young men looking old
The wounded lay screaming
Lying frozen in the Steppe
Bodies crushed under tank treads
We march forward into death
Cold

Flare burst we freeze, pray to God that Ivan doesn't see me
Struggle between, the minefields, mortar shrapnel everywhere
Godless this scene, no man can handle all this death and pain
I try to scream, but all I hear is the ringing in my ears
Don't let me die
Stukas screaming all around us
Diving down on their trench
Artillery friggin blasts them
Grenades clutched in our grasp
Flamethrowers open fire
Descend to hand to hand
White snow stained red
With the edge of my knife
Eyes staring blank, why do the dead seem to follow my movements
I can't believe, what I've become am I even human
Reload again, resupplied we prepare to move forward
We have become, inhuman we march forward into death
Forward into death