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