The order executors

Unbelievable things
Happening now for them
Battle field like butchery
Fear in the soldier's eye's
Doubtful Because they are
The order executors

Lethal weapons shulders overload
Pitching rain for deeper slush
Slaughter continues by tired bodies

Butchery in battle field
Cuted heads of soldier falling
Arms, legs and so on
Burned bodies in the flame
On fieldsheds the warm blood
Of order executors

No regrets for things had done before
Face to face with enemy
No one cares for their sufferent death

Kill or be killed
This is the law of survive
The law of whole universe
Run for your life wherever you may
Or march with security
For your death

They have to march in this dirty place
Blood, heads, bones cover the ground
The only order executors