Intent* Intent to kill Intent to destroy Inside you die Gather enough hate Not to question why Focus, find the will Rifled sight Gunshot eyes Nervous wreck Forced to Kill Ignoring Hell Alive or dead Intent to kill All are dressed for battle The art of war Found your home Will not come back Forever This pine box fits you Sleeping ground Desperation, runs rampid Kill or be killed Escaping judgement At least for now Foxhole love Filled with blood Know fear here Know your enemy Intent will not come back Smell of death is in the air As they lie in the trench You can feast your eyes If you don't lose your legs If you hit a mine on this lucky road Bullets in your flesh Kill Napalm, spells like burning flesh What has happened, I can't hear If your number's up you could just Lose your life right here!