I am he who drained your life,

And held your final, fatal love.

Don't weep, don't kiss my hands in vain,

Call me no king, no god above,

But simply die in silent pain,

A slave to your all-consuming love

Song "раб" (slave) by Otto Dix

Disclaimer: blood, wounds, some kind of fucked up thing

It seems to me that this is one of the possible options for war. Russian soldiers, when death was inevitable and they were surrounded by enemy soldiers, would detonate a grenade in their hands to take the lives of their enemy with them.

Keep your friends close but your enemies closer, right?