Scourged by ignorance  In a strench of perdition  Grub to live in oblivion  Captured in the rotting black    In the black of dirtiness  Feet starts to putrefy  Everyone limps  Everyone is congealed  Boots full of mud  Limbs are numb    To save their lives  They need amputation    No doctors around  They use grubs  O clean their wounds  To avoid infection  Shoes full of grubs  Eating the rotted flesh    Now the terror is complete    Recovering in a strench full of excrements  To die in the lavatory of the battlefield  Insane... The horrible odour of dead bodies  Human cesspool... living in the rotting black  You can imaginate