diary of an unknown soldier

Sabaton

I remember the argonne, 1918
The sounds of that battle still haunt me to this day
Machine gun fire from enemy lines
The sickening sound of a bayonet
Tearing through human flesh
The soldier next to me firing
His sidearm in desperation
All these sounds still echo in my mind
And as conducted
By death himself it all comes together as music
A rhythm of death
A symphony of war