Tree burst! Tree burst!
Shards of tree and mortar shell
Whistling down piercing
Helmets and brains
Tree burst! Tree burst!
No leaves raining down
Only sharp cutting killing
Metal-like branches
Like scythes from heaven
And hell.
Running
Tripping
Pissing as we run
Running through the field
From the forest called
Hurtgen
From the forest called
Death