Name: Eternal Bloodshed
Duration: P00H03M26S
Description: This is an instrumental piece, no vocals, nothing I could/ Would Write would add to the commentary provided, The sample is a German WW1 solider Describing killing during wartime, the track is meant to illustrate/ highlight the tone of the spoken piece.

Eternal Bloodshed

by Astral Slaughter

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This is an instrumental piece, no vocals, nothing I could/ Would Write would add to the commentary provided, The sample is a German WW1 solider Describing killing during wartime, the track is meant to illustrate/ highlight the tone of the spoken piece.

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My Comrades fell right and left of me, but then I was confronted by a French corporal, he with his bayonet at the ready, and me with my bayonet at the ready.
For a moment I felt the fear of death,
And In a fraction of a second I realized he was after my life exactly as I was his, I was Quicker than he was
and tossed his rifle away and ran my bayonet through his chest,
he fell, put his hand in the place where I hit him, then I thrust again.
blood came out of his mouth and he died
I felt physically Ill. I nearly vomited, my knees were shaking and i was quite frankly ashamed of myself. my comrades i was a corporal there and then, were absolutely undisturbed by what had happened, one of them boasted that he had killed a pollie (polish) with the butt of his rifle, one of them had strangled a French captain, a 3rd one had hit someone over the head with a spade,
they were ordinary men like me, one was a tram conductor, another a commercial traveler, 2 were students, the rest were farm workers.
ordinary people who would have never thought to do any harm to anyone, how did it come about that they were so cruel, I remember then that we were told, that a good solider kills without thinking of his adversary as a human being, the very moment he sees in him a fellow man he's not a good solider anymore, but I Had in front of me the dead man, the dead French solider,
And how I would liked for him to raise his hand.
I would have shaken his hand and we would have been the best of friends, because he was nothing, (Just) like me a poor boy who had to fight and go in with the most cruel weapons against men who had nothing against him personally