You see the future, and it's tearing you apart
It goes right through ya, and it knockes you back to start
The book of memories adds more pages all the time
Axes clinging
Dead men singing
Our finest hour
The Symphony of war
The sea of madness is a lake without a shore
But you get through it, like a hundred times before
Reborn your feelings, time to stand up for your rights
Axes clinging
Dead men singing
Our finest hour
The Symphony of war
You're fighting for a cause on trembling grounds
You hear the inner force and battle sounds