Early morning mist lies thick
Tension in the air
Towards the enemy positions
Step by step we’re closing in
An endless second, then fire breaks out
Inhaling that lovely smoke
A rush so familiar
Infantry Storm
Shrapnel flies throughout the skies
Machine-guns screaming loud
Another push towards that hold
And we break through the lines
Distant punch of artillery guns
Rushing though the air
Striking hard into the ground
A hammer made of flames
Forward through a destroyed world
Barbed wire and concrete
Storming lines of infantry
Swarming herds of Death
Puking fire, cleansing the bunkers
Reload and then move on
Pushing ever forward
Infantry Storm
Warslaughter 2001
