Decaying - The Last Days Of War lyrics
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Tracks 02. Code Name Overlord
03. The Ardennes Offensive 04. Firestorm 05. The Last Days Of War 06. Passchendaele 07. El Alamein 08. The Pacific 02. Code Name Overlord
Proceeding in the line
Soon the battle ignites Transport ships advance Objectives are set Carefully trained plan To storm the beach Break the fortified defenses Expecting no defeat Aiming for a total victory Crush the opposition With over one million troops deployed It is the Code Name Overlord Breach the atlantic wall On the sixth day of June Operation Fortitude used as deception Overwhelming manpower Storming the Omaha Beach Thousands of ships in line Coastal fight like never before Aiming for a total victory Crush the opposition With over one million troops deployed It is the Code Name Overlord Rommel knew it would happen Invasion that will open up the western front Leading into a certain German defeat Capturing Paris, taking back France Closing on the German border A race to Berlin to end the war Which engulfed Europe in flames Now time has come to retaliate First phase successful Enemy in retreat With overwhelming resources Strike force to be reckoned with Building the pressure up Withstanding the two front war A task hard to fulfill The conflict will be soon brought to an end Aiming for a total victory Crush the opposition With over one million troops deployed It is the Code Name Overlord 03. The Ardennes Offensive
Calling for the last reserves
For this great attack No mercy will be given Striking through the Ardennes Once again with a formidable force From the scattered remnants Logistic miracle of some sort Firmly depending on this The last hope, even if desperate Extreme fuel sortage Along with exhausted men Fed with propaganda Expecting to create confusion And neutralize the western front It had to be under bad weather conditions Only option was an surprise attack Absolute Allied air superioty above As the German planes just wouldn't be able to fly Just too proud of letting it go Even though the chances on Antwerp were abysmal Heavy planning at last offers a solution To mess up the Allied game Drafted so long, firmly in secrecy Beginning the offensive with great sensation Ninety minutes of artillery strikes The heavy winter storms are raging on The roads are blocked, it's nobodies gain anymore Heavy casualties on the rise A cruesome realisation to the enemy lines The initial success quickly goes sour This advance is forced into an halt at Bastogne The Battle Of The Bulge 04. Firestorm
Preparing for the lift off
To hit the target yesterday still unknown A city besieged Planes fill the night sky above With a deadly payload Tons of high explosives aboard Incendaries of various kinds All this to give the devastating blow Approaching the target As air raid warnings wail below The hatch doors open Bombs begin whirling Factories, civilian buildings are hit We are part of the war effort No mercy will be given Hear the orders, level it all down Burn everything, melt the steel A wall of fire, deadly shockwaves Pressure that evaporates the bone Looming flames over the horizon We return to refuel Another mission waiting ahead We are part of the war effort Hear the orders, level it all down No mercy will be given Burn everything, melt the steel The city is in ruins B-17s had caused the devastation Charred bodies everywhere Oxygen ran out, engulfed, burnt to cinders Inside the firestorm Sought salvation in the air raid shelter The homes demolished, all the sanctuaries were gone Scorched the earth below with a terrible practice An deadly aftermath, awoke unease It burns like hellfire Inside this firestorm 05. The Last Days Of War
The scenes of the last army destroyed
Struggling there to meet the bitter end Those who remained loyal are being pushed aside Filled with bullets and scrapped away Useless for the new rule Weeping here in despair Wandering amongst perdition Millions after another had lost their lives Bodies piled up unless already burnt After many fierce campaings they had fought Turned to be a failure in seeking the upper hand Behold the sight Of the last days of war The smell of past, evergoing anguish Tormented ambiance reeks Fear is felt in the very air In those who are fortunate to breath Deep inside this concrete hideout Gazing upon this doom one has wrought All the events turn into fierce reality The amount of suffering, there is no equal Weeping here in despair Wandering amongst perdition The choice of taking poison Or just a shot in the head Between considering to live the day Regardless trapped within this bloody mess 06. Passchendaele
Finding the way through barbed wire
Only mud and death remain on these desolate plains Shelled is the groundscape, filled with water and blood No trees or plants left alive, madness and sorrow to offer It raises questions, about the usefullesness of Passchendaele Strategy which was bound to fail on these autumn rains The third battle of Ypres Setting positions on these unclear trench networks Four million shells of artillery have modified the scenes we see The enemy charges, bodies fill the ground The ultimate goal has been set to break the Hindenburg line End the war once and for all It raises questions, about the usefullesness of Passchendaele Strategy which was bound to fail on these autumn rains The third battle of Ypres Gazing behind as the front row now falls to this endless fire Hoping a breakthrough will come after all, maybe one day Battle after another they fought, still no ending in sight Desperate grasp for honour, death and sorrow, nothing more It raises questions, about the usefullesness of Passchendaele Strategy which was bound to fail on these autumn rains The third battle of Ypres 07. El Alamein
Taking over the charge of the 15th Panzer Division
Fighting over Libya with Afrika Korps To assist the demoralised Italian troops The siege of Tobruk goes soon wrong But the thrust concentrates on Gazala The outcome brings an havoc to the British armour Rommel crowned as the Desert Fox The allied forces not all-out defeated They're still firmly in the game Advancing toward the sands of El Alamein The steady thrive for Egypt Bringing in Bernand Montgomery To ease this expanding pain Now the British army prevails at Alam Halfa Forcing the Fox to think again The second battle of El Alamein commences Ultimately bringing the Axis to defeat Orders from Hitler not to back down But this is lost, Germans on the run Sealing the North African theatre The oil fields are now lost They are lost 08. The Pacific
The Combined Fleet now destroyed
Torn to bits After the Battle Of Leyte Gulf Heavy casualties The Imperial Navy is no more Once ruler of the sea All the power is now gone Once occupied were the islands in the Philippines US forces grab them all The general staff is left hopelessly to watch All the former glory with force taken away Fighting for a piece land on Iwo Jima Mount Suribachi offers an element of surprise The thirtyfive day struggle for the ultimate goal Japanese fought on, down to their bitter end Inflicting huge damage, thousands take hit Bodies beyond numbering, the fierce loyality binds The typhon of steel commencing, a smell of rotting flesh The back bone of aerial bombardment Okinawa turns into a gory mess Mass suicides among the population Banzai charges with a battle cry The last resort, using kamikaze strikes This new tactic put on use in which bushido strickly binds During the war Midway marked a turning point But now the burden of invading the mainland, nothing obliges Ryuichi Tamura - Withered Leaves: "and they died without even shedding green blood before they return to the soil they change to the color of soil the color of the silence that has died one death why does everything seem transparent even though we walked endlessly through the border of day and night through the withered leaves a man whose star is fixed does not turn back" |