Into the Meat Grinder

by Creeping Flesh

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released September 25, 2019

Recorded at Big Balls Productions by Dennis Eriksson.
Mixed and produced by Dennis Eriksson.
Mastered by Jonny Pettersson.

All music written by Creeping Flesh except “Zaamurets” and “Beneath Freezing Waves” which were written by Creeping Flesh and Conny Nyberg.

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Track Name: Tank Corps Unleashed
500 tanks, lined up to advance
Attack upon the Hindenburg Line
At dawn we embark, in defence of France
This day we break the empire’s spine

Thousand gun barrage, marks the start of assault
Crossing triple belts of barbed wire
Pathways are cleared, closing in on Havrincourt
Time to set the ramparts afire

We’re the Tank Corps unleashed
We creep across the field
Leaving death in our wake
We’re the Tank Corps unleashed
You will face defeat
No one stands in our way

Germans on alert, our attack anticipated
Fighting on, we reach Bourlon Woods
Tanks roll through, in support of infantry
Our power; combination of arms

We’re the Tank Corps unleashed
We creep across the field
Leaving death in our wake
We’re the Tank Corps unleashed
You will face defeat
No one stands in our way

Breakthrough complete, ring the bells of victory
Nothing halts this armoured attack
Target overrun, mark the ridge with our flag
Commanded to dig in and hold on

We’re the Tank Corps unleashed
We creep across the field
Leaving death in our wake
We’re the Tank Corps unleashed
You will face defeat
No one stands in our way

We’re the Tank Corps unleashed
You’ll be the first to flee
When the ground starts to shake
We’re the Tank Corps unleashed
Thirty tonnes of steel
Sends you to an early grave

Sent onward for destruction
Push back fortifications
Leave the front in desolation
As we fight for liberation

This is war, nothing but war
War, nothing but war

Through mud and blood
The Tank Corps fights on

Through mud and blood
To the green fields beyond
Track Name: Black Twisted Limbs
Trapped and drowning under wires
Shell holes filled with flesh
Beyond the aid of fellow soldiers
Moaning gasps, the last of breaths

Torso slashed by shrapnel
Paralyzed I fell
Underneath the mud and metal
Surrounded by remains

Black twisted limbs

Human forms burst and brutalized
Carcasses littering this blood soaked ground
Skeletal fingers reach for last requests
To be remembered, their final behest

A body digested by its own saliva
In the mouth of the earth

Innards spread throughout the marshlands
A domain fed by gore
Immersed in a nightmare of my own undoing
My sanity lost in the bog

Nostrils filled to the breadth by cancer
As the mire gives birth

Revealing new constructs, abhorrent cadavers
Undeath created, a soldier possessed

I see them rise, the bodies of the lost, the murdered, dismembered
Abandoned men, dreamless sleep in winter’s frost, no one will be remembered

Once fallen in the battlefield, never seen again, cries for aid fall upon deaf ears
Blood clots my throat and eyes turn white
I drown in a pool of severed limbs

A slow descent, I feel them clawing at my skin
Fall into the dark of our lost cause
As toxins penetrate, flesh and sinew contract
Smoke and gas envelopes us all

Surrounded by remains

Black twisted limbs
Track Name: Stench of Guts
Mortal dread masked by bravery
The faceless stand before us
Broken bones to be rattled and thrown
The herd of steel breaks through

Into the fray
Addiction to bloodshed
Rip out their living guts

Third army men
We will not falter
We will never fail

Fresh made corpses crack beneath the treads
Juices of the dead

Armoured warfare, machinery of death
Grease the wheels with blood

Tons of armor, Sherman tanks
Victory lies at hand
Heading home, through Berlin
In the heart of the German fatherland

Tracks drenched in blood
Forwards we surge
The stench of guts
Announce our scourge

Men are at march
Always onwards
Never holding ground

Rout our foes
German salient
Close up on the Rhine

Third army men
Kill every single Kraut

Tracks drenched in blood
Forwards we surge
The stench of guts
Announce our scourge

A feast of their flesh
The ravens we serve
In the wastelands of slaughter
Pray we hold our nerve

A shallow grave
Defiled and deprived
Display of bones
Eaten barely alive

Patton’s stalwart men
Breach the German borders
Cowards left behind
Only brave obey orders

Way back home, on native soil
The weak didn’t heed the call
Real men, wrought by war
The third army stands tall
Track Name: Zaamurets
Thick steel armour
Bristling with guns
130 tonne monster
King of the Galician Front

Zaamurets
Serving the tzar
Zaamurets
Behemoth of the First World War

Across Russian plains,
Colossus made of steel
Annihilation en route
Enemy brought to heel

Zaamurets! Armored beast
Zaamurets! Conquering the East

Forged in Odessa
Leviathan conscript
Mobile AA platform
Built to take a hit

Revolution erupts
Petrograd in flames
Power of the Red Army
Blaze across Ukraine

Zaamurets! Armored beast
Zaamurets! Conquering the east
Zaamurets, a railway fortress, mighty combatant on track
Zaamurets, most wanted power, spearheading the attack

Caught by nationalists
Brought in to a grind
Ripped apart by artillery,
Repurposed and combined

In hostile hands, it’s heinous
In hostile lands, it’s infamous

Zaamurets! Armored beast
Zaamurets! Conquering the east
Zaamurets, a railway fortress, mighty combatant on track
Zaamurets, most wanted power, spearheading the attack

Tzarist loyalists
The Bolsheviks
The Czech Army
Eastern front is breached

The White Russians
Chinese Empire
Nations grasping
Victory in reach
Track Name: Where Men Are Made and Undone
Stand steadfast, the Reds are closing in
We've got to hold out, retreat from Tali
Fierce artillery, situation dire
Secure the frontline, lay low and fire

As the sun begins to rise, artillery strikes
Chaos, as they break through all sides
Hold the VKT-line, else we're cut off and surrounded
Waiting for reinforcements to turn the tide

Counterstrikes ensue, the panzers have arrived
All resistance, now ill-advised
Forcing their retreat, all efforts unmade
Obliterate the Soviet brigade

Vastly outnumbered three to one
This is where men are made and undone
Where death and glory walks hand in hand
They will not break this line, they will not take this land

Reorganization commences
Assemble what's left to the trenches

Vastly outnumbered three to one
This is where men are made and undone
Where death and glory walks hand in hand
They will not break this line, they will not take this land.

Meager forces will defend
As they advance, is there no end?
Futile attempts marked for death
We stand victorious, with nothing left
Track Name: Shtrafbat
Penal battalion instated
Bolster the Eastern Front
By order 227
We’re sent to bear the brunt

A death sentence recruitment
Shtrafbat means the end
Convict infantry
A subspecies of man

Human decoy soldiers
Mine clearing personnel
Cheapest cannon fodder
Hear the ring of my death knell

Shtrafbat! Sentenced to -
Shtrafbat! My crimes cleansed in -
Shtrafbat! Sentenced to -
Shtrafbat! My crimes cleansed in blood

Used to lessen casualties
The Red soldiers are spared
Gulags fuel the industry
The killing shifting gear

Perpetual deployment
Our service never ends

Empty promises are given
That some of us may live
Obedience comes natural
With nothing left to give

A death sentence recruitment
Shtrafbat means the end
Convict Infantry
A subspecies of men

Disgraced Soviet officers
Cowards prone to flight
Stripped of rank and honour
We can’t escape our plight

Advancing in a frenzy
My burning eyes see red
Into the MG’s fire
Atonement found in led

Shtrafbat! Sentenced to -
Shtrafbat! My crimes are cleansed in blood
Track Name: Meat Grinder
Just cogs in a great machine
Victims of a brutal doctrine
Pulverised by artillery
Disintegrated company
Three hundred days of hell
Every hour, another shell
Lost the earthly patina which masks the living soul

Verdun bloodbath
Fallen rotting
Flesh minced mud
Our blood is clotting

Into the meat grinder
Butchering the worn
Into the meat grinder
Slaughter carries on

Front lines of the stalemate
Futile fight for pride
Remaining in a hellstate, we’re told “They shall not pass!”
Man - a solemn offering
Future of our sons
Losing foothold in the trench
I dream of home no more

Verdun bloodbath
Fallen rotting
Flesh minced mud
Our blood is clotting

Into the meat grinder
Butchering the worn
Into the meat grinder
Slaughter carries on
Track Name: Panzerfaust Sacrifice
Lunge into void
Heading for front line, supply trains behind
Sherman M4’s
11th Armored Division of tanks

Right flank attack
Gun of a Panzer V
Armored casket
Broken hull, boiling flesh, twisted remains

Run the gauntlet
Facing Panzer machines
Human slaughter
Burning grave

Armed tilt-rod fuze
A 43 Tellermine
Anti-tank blast
Blown to pieces, with total crew loss

Run the gauntlet
Facing Panzer machines
Human slaughter
Burning grave

Hot projectile
Walls glowing red
Molten metal
Burning grave

Panzerfaust sacrifice

Burning grave

Run the gauntlet
Facing Panzer machines
Human slaughter
Burning grave

Hot projectile
Walls glowing red
Molten metal
Burning grave

Panzerfaust sacrifice
Track Name: Bones of the Conquered
Deadly plague, unhindered outbreak
Population decimated
Warmachines upon your borders
Plead for mercy, we follow orders

Seas of blood and skies of ash
Mushroom cloud upon your mass
Religious fanatics, end-times are marching
Zealous soldiers, bereft of conscience

Blackened clouds, storms are brewing
Taste the salted earth
Poisoned rain and boiling waters
Wherever death may come
Life ends

Undertaking global destruction
Shattering infliction, agony induction
Final moment of civilization
You will be no more

Atomic winds, radiation sears
Ruined ecology, worst of your fears
No one survived to witness the end
All that is left

Bones of the conquered
Bones of the conquered
Bones

Raze their cities, all shall collapse
Abolish their progress, of aeons elapsed

Lifecycles lost, total extinction
Burning hatred, beyond comprehension

A fatal strike, disastrous event
The end is nigh, warheads are sent

Wind clears the smoke, from rubble and stones.
We shall walk upon these bones
Of the conquered
Track Name: Beneath Freezing Waves
A concealed force
Serving in the north
Maneuvers untracked
Predator of the depths

Observing the void
Holding our breaths
Maintaining course
Carrying your death

We purge, we cleanse
We scour the oceans
Shaping your aqueous grave
Beneath freezing waves

Sensors cry havoc, alarms go red
In a dance of death amidst unsuspecting foes
Overwhelmed, but in combat we excel
Men, elevate yourselves!
Open hatches wide, fire away!

Serving as the right hand of nature’s wrath
A necessary evil, our chosen path
We enlist, to supply the abyss
Orders received, you are dismissed

The cold embrace, their despair
It doesn’t matter, for all we care
This is warfare
The reason we’re here

In the distant dark, vague silhouettes
Maimed, submerging slow
Nameless shadows united in death
Forever lost in the great nothing below

We watch from afar, the ensuing chaos

The suffering, the screams, echoes across the waves
We've reached our goal, once the endless ocean swallows you whole

We purge, we cleanse
We scour the oceans
Shaping your aqueous grave
Beneath the freezing waves

As fast as we came, we make away
With haste, live to fight another day
But know that the deep, will have its way
Our duty, our demise, our call
The deep will claim us all
The deep will claim us all
Claim us all

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