Thousands gathered on the killing field
Sun is setting and the air is cold
One more breath is all you really need
Will they ever discover you bones?
Terror - you may close your eyes
Hatred - you may turn you head
Dying - there will always be war
Peace is - for - the - dead
In - to - the - dirt - joining the dead
Lime - on - your - face - shot in the head
One - world - perished in the flames
It's - time - to - unveil the grave
You see - you see - your own apocalypse
You feel - you feel - feel when they crush your skull
You bleed - you bleed - bleed when they cut your throat
You fall - you fall - this is how you die!
Fallen is our race / Forgotten and erased
Returning to ashes / Civilised in mass graves
One more breath is all you really need
Will they ever discover you bones?
Terror - you may close you eses
Hatred - you may turn you head
Dying… Dying - there will always be war
Fallen is our race
Retruning to ashes / Civilised in mass graves