Debauchery

Marching off to war
Students and children we are
Fighting to the final breath
Conscripted to death
In the war
World war
War
Trench war
Industrialized
Mechanized
Genocide
Whole generation in the front line dying
Mass murder, the wounded crying
The signal – out of the trench
Few hundred years in blood drenched
Industrialized
Mechanized
Genocide
Crippled for god emperor and fatherland
Coming home with only one hand
Your legs are splattered, spine is broken
It's an honour to be one of the emperors chosen
Machinegun rips us apart
Then bloodshed with the bayonet