Caught in the Crossfire

I arise into glory ride
Through the battlefield
Ripped bodies lie around
Death, decay and filth
No mercy for the enemies
Run and shoot to kill
I don’t know how long I can
Endure that bloody thrill
But death remains
And bullet waits
The shrapnel rain
Tore down the veins
We all get lost
Buried alive in mud
With trench-bombs and guns in numbed hands
We are all dead
And there is no earthly reason
To still believe in flags of our state
I lie in the middle of no man’s lands
Where fear and weapons meet
I have run out of ammunition
And I cannot retreat
I see the bodies of dead comrades
And crawl between their parts
Pinned down by a crossfire
From the enemy machine guns