Panzerchrist - Lumps Of Rotting Clay lyrics

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O Man's Land is an eerie sight

At early dawn in the pale gray light.

Never a house and never a hedge

In No Man s Land from edge to edge,

And never a living soul walks there

To taste the fresh of the morning air;

Only some lumps of rotting clay,

That were friends or foemen yesterday.

What are the bounds of No Man s Land?

You can see them clearly on either hand,

A mound of rag-bags gray in the sun,

Or a furrow of brown where the earthworks run

From the eastern hills

Christ - Thy name is Panzer!