Time
It's a time of hate
Hell on this Earth
And there's no escape
Time
Where all destinies lend
To the grim reaper's call
To the war command
Go!
Time
To show them your balls
And prove to the world
Just what you're made of
Now that the war drum calls
You'll prove to the world
Just what you're made of
Go!
See
The bodies lie
In the smoke and sands
Of a raging battlefield
You feel you're about to die
Life isn't grand
Upon the battlefield
Go!