Entangled - Lyrics - Iniquity

I remember sitting in the train Though it seems ages ago, I figure that No more than a couple of weeks have elapsed since then I also remember the thoughts racing in my mind. I'd read that before going Into battle, even the most ardent veteran soldier feels the pangs of fear And I wondered why I only felt a sense of numbness in my stomach and legs Premonition perhaps? During training we'd been told by our senior officers always to keep our Carbines clean of grime.'Cleansed mine for what might have been the fiftieth time, whilst rolling Through the French countryside listening to the distant thunder. By then I didn't realise that it was the mellow booming of The Germans' Heavy artillery, shelling our line. Or, maybe, ours shelling theirs? I'd heard that even if you're dug in, in a shelter, the big howitzers Could get you In the train I split a cigarette with a guy from back home. This was his Second trip to the front. He told me how his former company was set to dig Out a bombed cellar, and how the people they found had been uninjured by The shrapnel and fire. They had been crushed by the pressure of the Detonation - their lungs had been pushed through their mouths. He also told me to swap my bayonet for a field shovel at any Given moment "When you're at close quarters, a sharpened field shovel can lob the head Off a mans shoulders. And it won't break or get stuck in the ribs like a Bayonet." That's what he said. His name is Liam, or was Liam. As I'm writing this, I can hear him Screaming. I can just barely make him out in a crater next to the German Trench. Horribly entangled in barbwire. He's not screaming for his mom or Anything. Just screaming. Maybe his throat has been lacerated. It sounds Kind of gurgling. And he's lost both his legs... Guess he won't be screaming Much longer... God I wished that I had a grenade or something, so I could end his misery Right now Well, even if I had a grenade, I doubt that I would be able to hurl it to Him. I've been holding most of my entrails back with one hand, since darkness Fell. Irony of ironies - the German that opened my stomach knew the trick with The field shovel, too. Or maybe he wasn't German at all. They have a Hungarian penal legion Posted along the line. Maybe he was one of them? I crushed his head with my respirator canister. Never thought of that as a Weapon, but in the heat of close combat, anything will do... I've seen Soldiers gouge each other's eyes with bare hands... And I saw a boy, no more Than fifteen or sixteen, rip a Germans throat out with his teeth It is madness! Mere animals clawing at each other Now in the breaks between the drumfires, I can hear the enemy mustering in Their trenches. I can hear the sucking sound of boots being yanked out of The knee-deep clay, and the dry clanging of a water-cooled MG being Reloaded. The next charge can't be far off, and yet still fear eludes me. For the First time in weeks, I'm certain of what's going to happen When the sun rises and hardens the clay, I'll be here no longer. The same Numbness I felt in train has returned, and I know my time is at hand Guess I'll be screaming no more...