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