Starving Marching for miles in the snow Weakened from enduring the violence Grave faces with deaths perspective From the bottomless depths of corruption....Yeah Through the back roads and small towns March one foot in front of other Dragging along their skeletal bodies This Macabre procession of Specters Only a hand full of survivors Knowing not where they are going Tattered in rags, hunger in their eyes Followed by a black cloud of flies...Yeah Through the back roads and small towns March one foot in front of other Dragging along their skeletal bodies This Macabre procession of Specters SOLO Shot and tossed into a grave Or lead right into the Baltic Sea Some survive only to die By the deadly sting of machine gun fire....Yeah Through the back roads and small towns March one foot in front of other Dragging along their skeletal bodies This Macabre procession of Specters Through the back roads and small towns March one foot in front of other Dragging along their skeletal bodies This Macabre procession of Specters Of Specters