Infantry Storm

Early morning mist lies thick
Tension in the air
Towards the enemy positions
Step by step we’re closing in

An endless second, then fire breaks out
Inhaling that lovely smoke
A rush so familiar
Infantry Storm

Shrapnel flies throughout the skies
Machine-guns screaming loud
Another push towards that hold
And we break through the lines

Distant punch of artillery guns
Rushing though the air
Striking hard into the ground
A hammer made of flames

Forward through a destroyed world
Barbed wire and concrete
Storming lines of infantry
Swarming hеrds of Death

Puking fire, cleansing thе bunkers
Reload and then move on
Pushing ever forward
Infantry Storm