In the sea spray, a bayonet charge
From a beach landing, a spearhead assault
A broken line with heavy losses
Over the bodies our infantry come

Howls, screams, explosions
Blood, gore and hell
Fire, flamethrowers, and the stench of burning souls
A hail of bullets from pill boxes to kill

Wave after wave, foot before foot
Line after line, left before right
As we now, regroup and count the dead
Clear the murder holes

The tides now stir with blood and death
Our slaughter is now their own

Wave after wave, foot before foot
Line after line, left before right
Street by street, house by house
Village by village, a staggered retreat

In defeat...