We watch the parachute Angels fall Fossil demons in mud they crawl Devil carved against one's back Pierced smack crucifix in heart of flack Drawer the words of a perfect Saint Reflect a blind soilder taint Blooded fields in the help of need Wounded souls slowly bleed To stand like God with courage and pride To be killed with the fear one will hide.

Quick Descrption.

Straight into war field. A confused soilder soon learns you have to hide. Every feeling, everything around you. But at the same time. I tried to put that. Shell shock is slowly taking over.