Lyrics:

spoken:
I remember the Argonne, 1918
The sounds of that battle still haunt me to this day
Machine gun fire from enemy lines
The sickening sound of a bayonet tearing through human flesh
A soldier next to me firing his sidearm in desperation
All these sounds still echo in my mind
And as conducted by Death himself
It all comes together as music
A rhythm of death
A symphony of war