Panzerchrist - Lumps of Rotting Clay lyrics

NO Man's Land is an eerie sight At early dawn in the pale gray light. Never a house and never a hedge In No Man s Land from edge to edge, And never a living soul walks there To taste the fresh of the morning air; Only some lumps of rotting clay, That were friends or foemen yesterday. What are the bounds of No Man s Land? You can see them clearly on either hand, A mound of rag-bags gray in the sun, Or a furrow of brown where the earthworks run From the eastern hills Christ - Thy name is Panzer!