Written by：Clemens Wijers/Dennis Droomers/Ivo Wijers
There he lies haunted beated tortured hanged and eaten
Encunbered by the past of these seven apparitions
Where am i did I just die no one sight
Scanning his surrounding for where they might lie
The prisoners one by one left him traumatized
Now only seven empty stakes pierce a blood sky
He run but stumbles tries to crawl to flee from these macrabe scene
With broken bones blind and shocked can't comprehead what he has seen
The wet earth tremble and war winds howl like Wehrmacht wolves on hungry prowl
These fields are more than I can see I cannot take this
These fields are lurking as black hail falls like ashen blades
These fields are closing in to bury him frozen spades
On bitter taste of blood he gags
Dragging on with broken legs to break loose from horrid stench of burning live and burning flags
With elbow through the mud he drags himself forward forward
I shall escape this plot I must I will“
The winds lie down and the earth stand still
Black hail fire sting no more dear lord above did“
I escape that hellish place of gore“
No！
He ends up where it all began
Seven pair of demon eyes
Seven fearsome demon smiles
Trapped in a paranormal chain
Bound to suffer endless warfare torture fear and pain
So ends this tale of fates aligned
Aprophecy of war entwind into bloody knots that won't unwind
This omimous recording is all that's left behind
Sunday October third 6pm rain(1943年)
编辑于2023/05/11更新