| Song | The Call to Combat |
| Artist | Dekapitator |
| Album | The Storm Before the Calm |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Fenton, Harvey, Houdashelt | |
| Beachhead reached in broken silence | |
| Do or die is here | |
| Rifle clutched in white knuckle grip | |
| Choking back the fear | |
| Bodies falling one by one | |
| Upon the deadly march | |
| Sky lit up with mortar fire | |
| To death our only course | |
| The call to combat - plunged into a firestorm | |
| A tempest with no eye | |
| The call to combat - knee deep in bodies | |
| Baptized by cannon fire | |
| The call to combat - the will to fight is shattered | |
| No choice but to march on | |
| The call to combat - a deadly game of life and death | |
| Where meet our fate as pawns | |
| Casings fall amongst the dead | |
| Marking killing trail | |
| We meet our fates on roads well tread | |
| Slaughtered to what avail? | |
| Soldiers calling two by two | |
| Voices lost in battle's din | |
| The earth split open, stained with blood | |
| A coffin to crawl within | |
| The call to combat - plunged into a firestorm | |
| A tempest with no eye | |
| The call to combat - knee deep in bodies | |
| Baptized by cannon fire | |
| The call to combat - the will to fight is shattered | |
| No choice but to march on | |
| The call to combat - a deadly game of life and death | |
| Where meet our fate as pawns |
| zuo qu : Fenton, Harvey, Houdashelt | |
| Beachhead reached in broken silence | |
| Do or die is here | |
| Rifle clutched in white knuckle grip | |
| Choking back the fear | |
| Bodies falling one by one | |
| Upon the deadly march | |
| Sky lit up with mortar fire | |
| To death our only course | |
| The call to combat plunged into a firestorm | |
| A tempest with no eye | |
| The call to combat knee deep in bodies | |
| Baptized by cannon fire | |
| The call to combat the will to fight is shattered | |
| No choice but to march on | |
| The call to combat a deadly game of life and death | |
| Where meet our fate as pawns | |
| Casings fall amongst the dead | |
| Marking killing trail | |
| We meet our fates on roads well tread | |
| Slaughtered to what avail? | |
| Soldiers calling two by two | |
| Voices lost in battle' s din | |
| The earth split open, stained with blood | |
| A coffin to crawl within | |
| The call to combat plunged into a firestorm | |
| A tempest with no eye | |
| The call to combat knee deep in bodies | |
| Baptized by cannon fire | |
| The call to combat the will to fight is shattered | |
| No choice but to march on | |
| The call to combat a deadly game of life and death | |
| Where meet our fate as pawns |
| zuò qǔ : Fenton, Harvey, Houdashelt | |
| Beachhead reached in broken silence | |
| Do or die is here | |
| Rifle clutched in white knuckle grip | |
| Choking back the fear | |
| Bodies falling one by one | |
| Upon the deadly march | |
| Sky lit up with mortar fire | |
| To death our only course | |
| The call to combat plunged into a firestorm | |
| A tempest with no eye | |
| The call to combat knee deep in bodies | |
| Baptized by cannon fire | |
| The call to combat the will to fight is shattered | |
| No choice but to march on | |
| The call to combat a deadly game of life and death | |
| Where meet our fate as pawns | |
| Casings fall amongst the dead | |
| Marking killing trail | |
| We meet our fates on roads well tread | |
| Slaughtered to what avail? | |
| Soldiers calling two by two | |
| Voices lost in battle' s din | |
| The earth split open, stained with blood | |
| A coffin to crawl within | |
| The call to combat plunged into a firestorm | |
| A tempest with no eye | |
| The call to combat knee deep in bodies | |
| Baptized by cannon fire | |
| The call to combat the will to fight is shattered | |
| No choice but to march on | |
| The call to combat a deadly game of life and death | |
| Where meet our fate as pawns |