Lingering in an Imprint Haunting - Carach Angren

Kill!

Here I walk down this godless trench where the corpses sink forever into

shallow marshy grounds

I can’t remember confronting these extreme forms of violence

Knee-deep in mud, where skies weep leaden tears and blood

It’s hard to breathe within this thick cloak of sulfurous mist conjuring

slaughtering soldiers into sickening silhouettes

From this forsaken battlefield no soul can be dismissed

As if the devil is in charge, giving orders from the depths of the abyss

Goddamn!

It’s coming hard, fire fight and waves of bombardments blowing soil,

bone and flesh apart

Running to survive maybe the last private still alive

Suddenly it stops.

I turn and see no enemy.

there’s nothing behind me!

I can’t believe my eyes.

I can’t believe what I see

A timeless, frozen scenery where nature stands still!

Except for me!

So strange to see a still image of this infernal reality

Staring at shrapnel and bullets with an incomplete journey

When suicide burdens my mind, I’m startled by a horrible screaming from behind,

luring me to a spot where a friend of my platoon walked into an ambush,

he screamed: «please kill me!

Charlie’s coming soon!»

My 1911 is too loud, that’s why I reach for the knife

Then, again, hesitation!

I cannot take his life!

Goddamned fucking gooks!

He’s captured by the enemy

Dragged away for days of torture, screaming these last words at me

«You son of a whore should be terrified!

In this hell I’ll wait for you!»

And right before I step on that mine I ask myself: «did he just spoke the truth?

Briefly I comprehend, all this time I was damned

His grudge keeps me in hell for eternity

Every time I die he waits for me

This is my destiny