Words of brotherhood,
spoken on the barricades,
just before dying,
only echo remains.
Ironboots will come and walk over every belief.
No-one wins but everyone loses on this bloody scene.
But wars keep coming on
- like a fifth season.
In metal rain we die at dawn
- the fifth season.
Desolated skulls like empty churches,
this is the truth.
The sect of silence.
In holy discipline they're
digging their graves,
no words of brotherhood
on these final barricades.
But wars keep coming on
- like a fifth season.
In metal rain we die at dawn
- the fifth season.