Letra da Música: The Firing Ground - Dead Infection

20 years old David was called up. A chance for him to become a
real man.
Dressed in a uniform, with a machine-gun in his hands went to
the firing place
with his new mates. Entrenching, obstacle race were not
difficult for David to
do. He was a perfectly fit boy. But then it was time to play
with fire.
Something he couldn't cope with. Throwing the hand-grenade
wasn't quite
simple. He delayed too long. It exploded in his hands. David got
torn apart.
There was nothing left of him. Ground not mingled with David's
intestines.