Dominate, new technologies dominate the war Exterminate, overthrow the enemy Asphyxiate, the call for retribution Vicious death creeping across the fields Mustard gas, a deadly hellish fiend A choking grip is locked around your neck Vomit blood. Your face turns grey. You are dead Nauseate. Malicious pain ripping through your lungs Degenerate. The weary crucifixion Hallucinate. Inhale, exhale Feel the wind blow in your direction Breath of death. Fog thickens the air No code of honor, you dogs of war 1917, we're gasping for air I cannot breathe, I cannot see Poison fog. Poison fog Inhaling mustard gas. It kills me in my sleep Poison fog. Poison fog. Exhaustion, dehydration The water is foul with decay and excrement and something dead It's covered with sour mustard gas As I watched them in bright daylight When crawling through the poison clouds, I saw them burn away My name should have been written between theirs on stones In dreams I still see, hear and smell them every single night Dominate, new technologies dominate the war Exterminate, overthrow the enemy Asphyxiate, the call for retribution Feel the wind blow in your direction Breath of death. Fog thickens the air No code of honor, you dogs of war 1917, we're gasping for air I cannot breathe, I cannot see Poison fog. Poison fog Inhaling mustard gas. It kills me in my sleep Poison fog. Poison fog. Exhaustion, dehydration The water is foul with decay and excrement and something dead It's covered with sour mustard gas