Barricaded in makeshift shelters
Buried in snow-covered tombs
A few corpses lying on the ground
Still plenty of them to be found
No one cares ‘bout dead soldiers
Useless bodies don't matter
No one cares ‘bout dead soldiers
Someone may collect them later
They will drown into their own blood
Chaos everywhere on the battlefield
Exhausted troops are slowly crawling
Towards an imminent death
Omnipresent fear
We will not tolerate this any longer
You shall not run away
There is no choice
You must fight for your country
For your honor, for victory
Even if it must costs you life
Your destiny is to rot upon our enemies' lands
Chaos everywhere on the battlefield
Exhausted troops are slowly crawling
Towards an imminent death
Omnipresent fear
I must kill to survive, I must shoot on sight
I will fight or die, fight or die
They will drown
No one cares ‘bout dead soldiers
Useless bodies don't matter
No one cares ‘bout dead soldiers
Someone may collect them later
A ferocious display of blackened stoner-doom from Moscow's Moanhand, who offsets moments of bleak ugliness with clean, haunting melody. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 23, 2021