Phil Bozeman - Where Millions Have Come to Die lyrics

To a metropolis undignified They have come to die Blind rats in the maze affright vie for each block and structure Garrisoning city heights Onward to the riverside They have tantalized Everything on which they've laid their eyes As the days go by, the death toll sustains its rise The majority will not come home Profound panic fiercely fervent De-evolution of warfare runs markedly From the sewers to the littered web of ashen lanes A presence in the next room lurking, yet to be seen In severance, things are never what they seem to be True terror ten thousand fold Adhering only to the serpent A testament to all things taken naturally An ejaculation of another madman's dreams The mother of all battles rages vigorously The death knell tolls ceaselessly for thee Malodorous emanations stinging at their eyes Months go by, the death toll continues to rise Hounds pry at the calcified Excrement waist high in the dwellings of the raiders left alive The trampled turn the tides They begin to twist the knife With drive retribution unwinds A merciless drama Where millions have come to die Where millions have come to die They all paid the ultimate price Where millions have come to die Surrender is denied to the corps By the despot held above them Their losses are mounting at a staggering rate To flee or become yet another casualty To be shot between the eyes or take a chance to be free In severance, things are never what they seem to be True terror ten thousand fold Adhering only to the serpent A testament to all things taken naturally An ejaculation of another madman's dreams The mother of all battles ends on a blood red mound The death knell tolls forever loud Where millions have come to die Where millions have come to die Where millions have come to die Where millions have come to die They all paid the ultimate price Where millions have come to die Surrender is denied to the corps By the despot held above them Their losses are mounting at a staggering rate To flee or become yet another casualty To be shot between the eyes or take a chance to be free The mother of all battles ends on a blood red mound The death knell tolls forever loud The kessel closes, constricting the throats of those spared from starvation, frostbite death and suicide The morsels standing march to the beyond With black clouds high above They march to the unknown With black clouds high above They march to the unknown With black clouds high above They march to the unknown