All await the signal
The dead of night
Regiments rise up
To storm before light
Out of the trenches
Run into the black
Anxious the many
That will never come back
Zig zagging soldiers
Bayonets on
Onward to victory
Before the dawn
Murderous crossfire
Bright shining flares
Machine guns mowing
Troops in despair
Crawling through barbed wire
Into no-man's land
Soil soaked in blood
The crying of men
Terror unveiling
In between the lines
They scream mutilated
Detonating mines
Trapped in this minefield
Invisible death
Desolate wasteland
Corpses without heads
Mounted leftovers
Bones splintered, they lie
Distant explosions
Herald how all die
Nu ką, nemaža tikimybė, kad vistik My Dying Bride nebus Kilkim Žaibu, atšaukė beveik visus šių metų pasirodymus. Tik organizatoriai kažkaip neskuba pranešti ir toliau reklamuoja..
guess I did make my name out of my drumming, and I have the big drum sets, and I'm doing all these crazy, odd-time signatures, so, yeah, I guess drumming was very important to what made me popular.