In death all flesh
Rots as equal
...In a Massgrave
Into the yawning trench
Worthless lifeless husks
Nameless and coffinless
Pile the carcasses
In death all flesh
Turns to dust
Putrid nauseating stench
War feeds on death
And without corpses
There is no Victory
Nameless and coffinless
Pile the carcasses
In death all flesh rots
...In a Massgrave
Light the Corpsepyre
