Lyrics Witchery - Cannon Fodder

Feed the gun
Feed the guns

Marching for my country
Marching off to die
Fight for king and glory
Fight to stay alive
Storm another stronghold
Kill another man
Rush to filed before us
With steady sword at hand
...with steady sword at hand!

The dead now count in legions
But more will surely die
Sent into the action
With no thought of human lifes
Casaulties are mounting
From the guns upon the hill
God, they need be silenced
Charge them now we will
...charge them now we will!

Feed the gun
Feed the guns

Meatgrinding projectiles
Blowing through our ranks
Shrapnelridden soldiers down
Bits and pieces all around
Rip the silence – canons brawl
Bloodsoaked troops still dashing on
Shellshocked victims fall behind
Keep formation on maintain the line

A thousand gun barrage
Drifts of men lie dead
Craters fill the landside
Juggernauts of death

Cannon fodder
Cannon fodder