Asphyx II(They Died As They Marched)

Early morning

Call the roll

From the barracks

In the cold

Weary faces

Tired men

All prepare to

Leave the camp

Ehhh

Growling watchdogs

Snarling guards

Resignated

Off they marched

Snow starts falling

Severe frost

Hostile country

Hope seems lost

Silent ribbon

Shuffling feet

Drink icicles

Nothing to eat

Sleep whilst morning

With open eys

From the b***hes

The frozen cry

Column breaking

Exhaustion

Comrades crawling

Starvation

Forgotten chapter

Tragic night

On this route

So many died