The gates of hell … are open wide there’s no way out
There’s a smell (of) … fire, gunpowder, and flesh and salt
Blood and death … A rain of bullets welcomes you
Pounding breath … He’ll take their lives, he’ll take yours too

Run for your life, try to hide
Thousands dying, side by side
Just one machine gun firing on
That’s the beast! That murderers son!

The beast … of Omaha Beach
The beast … of Omaha Beach

Sitting in his hole, staring at the beach, firing on
Praying for his life, praying for their souls, another round
Clinging to his gun, his one and only friend, hopefully
Spreading death and pain, among the men below, endlessly

The gates of hell … are open wide there’s no way out
There’s a smell (of) … fire, gunpowder, and flesh and salt
Blood and death … A rain of bullets welcomes you
Pounding breath … He’ll take their lives, he’ll take yours too

No more tomorrow … No pain and sorrow
Just peaceful silence … and no more violence
No more tomorrow … No pain and sorrow
Just peaceful silence … and no more violence

The beast … of Omaha Beach
The beast … of Omaha Beach

Sitting in his hole, staring at the beach, firing on
Praying for his life, praying for their souls, another round
Clinging to his gun, his one and only friend, hopefully
Spreading death and pain, among the men below, endlessly