Heavy Armed Assault
Cryptic Wintermoon Lyrics


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Armies from the gates of hell – creatures breathing ash
Massive rocket impact – as the armies clash
Confronting heavy armed assault – fully armored black
Clashing at our boundaries – there is no turning back

Burning skies – as fire begins to rain
Drowning the world in endless pain – as death comes closing in
Bullet impats cracking bones – seeking for your head
Our defense pounded to the ground – leaving them all dead
Wave by wave comes storming in – there is no end to see
Ankle deep in pools of blood – dead bodies lying next to me

Burning skies – as fire begins to rain
Drowning the world in endless pain – as death comes closing in

In the light of the dying sun – your world falls to peaces
In grinding artillery fire – as pain and damage increases

Bomb explosions – knocking gently on your door
Hear roaring cannon fire – that's the drums of war
That's our art of war

You can run – but never hide
Here death will always find you
Kill efficiency – industrialized
Genocide – mechanized





Firewalls – cremating human flesh
Wardemons – grinding them to death

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of the song Heavy Armed Assault by Cryptic Wintermoon describe a brutal scene of an invasion. The armies of hell, represented by horrific creatures, launch a massive attack on the boundaries of a black-armored defense. The confrontation leads to an intense clash with rocket impacts, bullet impacts cracking bones, and defense pounded to the ground. Wave after wave of attackers storm in, leaving dead bodies lying in pools of blood.


The lyrics also depict the grim aftermath of the war with burning skies, endless pain, and death closing in. The world falls to pieces in the light of the dying sun as grinding artillery fire increases the pain and damage. The bombs explode, knocking gently on the door, and the roaring cannon fire becomes the drums of war. The song ends with Firewalls cremating human flesh, wardemons grinding them to death, kill efficiency industrialized, and genocide mechanized.


Overall, the lyrics showcase the horrors of war, the extremity of brutality, and the resulting destruction.


Line by Line Meaning

Armies from the gates of hell – creatures breathing ash
Hellish armies and their demonic allies have gathered to wage war, their breath polluting the air with ash.


Massive rocket impact – as the armies clash
As the opposing forces collide, rockets are fired and impact with tremendous force.


Confronting heavy armed assault – fully armored black
The defenders are facing a heavily armed and armored force, dressed in black.


Clashing at our boundaries – there is no turning back
The conflict is taking place at the borders of the defender's territory and there is no possibility of retreat.


Burning skies – as fire begins to rain
The sky is consumed by burning flames, as the sounds of war take over.


Drowning the world in endless pain – as death comes closing in
The world is overwhelmed by an unrelenting wave of suffering, as death steadily approaches.


Bullet impats cracking bones – seeking for your head
Bullets fly and bones are shattered, as the enemy tries to hunt down their targets.


Our defense pounded to the ground – leaving them all dead
The defenders are overwhelmed and crushed by the enemy attack, leaving nothing but death in their wake.


Wave by wave comes storming in – there is no end to see
The enemy attacks relentlessly, wave after wave, with no hint of stopping.


Ankle deep in pools of blood – dead bodies lying next to me
The battlefield is a grisly scene of carnage, with blood pooling ankle-deep and corpses strewn about.


In the light of the dying sun – your world falls to peaces
The sun sets on a world torn apart by war, crumbling into chaos and ruin.


In grinding artillery fire – as pain and damage increases
The relentless barrage of artillery fire grinds on, inflicting pain and damage with every shot.


Bomb explosions – knocking gently on your door
The sounds of bombs exploding are so frequent that they seem to knock on the door like an uninvited guest.


Hear roaring cannon fire – that's the drums of war
The echoing sound of cannon fire is like the drums of war, signaling death and destruction.


That's our art of war
This is the brutal reality of warfare, the gruesome art of war.


You can run – but never hide
Even if you try to flee, you cannot hide from the violence of war.


Here death will always find you
The inevitability of death looms over the battlefield, claiming all who find themselves caught in the crossfire.


Kill efficiency – industrialized
The process of killing has become industrialized and efficient, with little regard for human life.


Genocide – mechanized
The mass extermination of people has become mechanized, with the use of advanced weapons and technology.


Firewalls – cremating human flesh
The walls of fire created by artillery and bombs are so intense that they incinerate human flesh.


Wardemons – grinding them to death
The machines of war, like demons, grind their enemies to death without mercy.




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