Soldiers on the field need restnLying in the trench with a Kevlar vestnAmidst the mortar gunfire and FLAKnPoorly hidden from enemy attacknnRun, Kill, Burn, ThrillnIn the Metal and BloodnKill, Maim, Die, PainnWith the Metal and BloodnMetal and bloodnnDespite the endless sounds of deathnThe fallen drawing their last breathnDespite machine guns, chaos and minesnThey wearily rest at the front linesnnRun, thrill, purge, killnWith the Metal and BloodnKill, rain, die, painnThrough the Metal and BloodnMetal and bloodnnUpon awakening a restless bednWaking up in the fields of deadnthey push onward on the attacknbeyond exhaustion not looking backnnKill main die painnThrough the Metal and BloodnRun, kill, purge, drillnWithin Metal And BloodnMetal and Blood