Hell Hounds from Cruel Bomb by Cruel Bomb

HELL HOUNDS - Hell hounds put their boots on the ground, raving mad at the smell of fear. Bare their teeth at the looming chaos, hardened by the sounds of death. Haunting through the mist and smoke, through the fields where the poppies grow. Rushing behind the creeping barrage, the devil dogs stalking their prey. Wall of shells veils their approach under a banner that all will know. Will their tales live forever, or just be another name carved in stone? Running through a foreign land with bayonets in our hand, death count rises, dead in a pile. Fighting for every mile. Retreat! Hell, we just got here! War! War of attrition, grind the numbers down. Victory! Till victory, the trumpets sound. Beat them down! Beat them down, and bleed them white. Destiny! Their destiny is in our sights. Hundreds of troops choke on blood as chlorine gas fills the air—an evil way to wage a war. The onslaught has just begun. Rushing forward, push back the line. Jumping over a labyrinth of mud, haunted by the unburied bodies. Any step can be the end. Running through a foreign land with
bayonets in our hand, death count rises, the dead in a pile. Fighting for every mile.

• Metal
• Thrash Metal
• crossover
• hardcore
• thrash
• Wilkes Barre