With Blood on their faces, and death in their eyes, the children of hatred draw near.
An army of killers, strike fear through the heart, the final hour is here.
Approaching the moment, of imminent death, no choice but to kill to survive,
Gripping the weapons that protect who we are, there'll be nobody left here alive.
A Front line soldier at the mercy of war.
This living hell is no mercy at all.
A bloody rain falls upon the land
A hopeless death for the chosen ones.
For the ones who remain, the only thing left is a bloodythirsty tale to tell.
A familiar story of man killing man, we've all learned to do it so well.
Staring down at the mountains of dead, the notion of peace is a lie.
The human madness that follows us all, a war without question of why.