Body piles, our duty to dispose
Following orders, of our commanders
Hushed to secrecy
This, our duty
Our hands
Red and grey
Forever haunted
Forever dead
We fill the pits, set them on fire
Twinkling from flame, into the spire
We in disgust, of the mire
In the prospect of this hate desire
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