The Firing Ground Lyrics - Dead Infection

20 years old David was called up. A chance for him to become a real man. 

Dressed in a uniform, with a machine-gun in his hands went to the firing place 

with his new mates. Entrenching, obstacle race were not difficult for David to 

do. He was a perfectly fit boy. But then it was time to play with fire. 

Something he couldn't cope with. Throwing the hand-grenade wasn't quite 

simple. He delayed too long. It exploded in his hands. David got torn apart. 

There was nothing left of him. Ground not mingled with David's intestines.