Where Ironcrosses Grow

Where Ironcrosses Grow
Death is all around me, violence and decay
Screams of the dying, never leave my mind
Hanging helpless in barbed wire
another helpless victim
Cut to shreds in the rain of fire
bleeding, burning, suffering
Where blood and iron flow
the iron crosses grow
Pile of dismembered corpses
slaughtered and twisted
Unseeing eyes, staring into nothingness