Glorious Duty - Dark At Dawn

Oppressive heat is lying over wasted fields

No breath of wind is in the air

Songs of cicadas supersede the battle cries

Curing the sorrow and despair

Merciless sun is burning from the clear blue sky

The smell of oil and tarnished metal

A fag and spirits telling memories of home

Lulling the fear of the next battle

Field-gray Nazi booty

Goners for the glorious duty

Hopes and dreams defending narcissitic zeal

Tin hat parade gleaming

Still to hear the fallen screaming

Blood will rust resplendent decoration steel

Bloodcurdling sounds of war — reality returns

Behind the lines the Flaks are roaring

Smoke columns fed with ended lives and shattered dreams

With us the hopes of victory are soaring (into the sky)