And Hell Followed With - One Of The Swarm lyrics

The scent of oh purest carnage familiar to these hills. My father hath traversed these lands decades before my birth. A century doth pa** by, the veins of the earth entrenched with the millions of dead. So few have my eyes seen in pa**ing of glory. The aesthetics of d**h painted upon the canvas of so bewildering a scene. All sensations seared, all of my compa**ions numbed. My humanity wrenched from behind my lungs. The lusts of my bayonet, in crimson display, have spilled upon these hands. From beneath my helmet do I glare back in sickening approval of the malice we have sewn. My mind sentiment of no reason, my face caressed by this foreign wind. A pulmonary incantation writhes beneath these ribs, crying in blood drunk verse and beguiling my conscious thought. The howl of descending mortar fire illuminates this blackest existence, a serenity wreathed in flame. The skies were beautiful as they burned. The dead roll over in their graves. Above the mortars, my ears discern my father screaming in his grave.