Hellbastard Interrogate Them
We had evidence and no doubt I had seen birth and death The births were bitter agony To follow, death...only your own
Not wanting truthfully to go Mocked, they cried coward, onwards Over the top...we'll wait for you But no one returns from a grave Those that did return maimed and bled Truth in their wounds from slaughter Coming back for a medal...obscene
Worldwide evidence for all to know Now rotted and in heaven...thank god
