Ef þú getur sagt mér hver er flytjandi textans sem ég ætla að skella hérna, og hvaða hjómsveit samdi hann þá skal ég hjálpa smá með þetta

Lying, dying, screaming in pain.
Begging, pleading, bullets drop like rain.
Mines explode, pain sheers through your brain,
Radical amputation, this is insane.

Fly swatter stakes drive through your chest.
Spikes impale you as you're forced off the crest.
Soldier of misfortune
Hunting with bated breath.

A vile smell, like tasting death.
Dead bodies, dying and wounded
Litter the city streets
Shattered glass, bits of clothing and human deceit.
Dying in terror,
Blood's cheap, it's everywhere.
Mandatory suicide, massacre on the front line.

I cant believe im actually doing this!