The night [bad word] with the sound of small arms fire
Tracer rounds snakes through the air
Signal flares fly towards the sky
Prepare yourself for another assault

I raise my gun and let lead fly
Living the horrors of war
Move 'em down left to right
I've tasted blood now I want more

Screams of pain echoes through the night
As bullets find their targets
Mercilessly ripping through your flesh
Spraying intestines and bone all around

Into our trench they fall
 [bad word] goes hand to hand
In a killing frenzy I split someone's head [bad word] or enemy I just don't care