[Music: T Gustafsson]

[Lyrics: Rundqvist]



From time bygone, until the end of now

Without conscious, a journey through blood

No compassion, death a consistent reality

March through blood, no end in sight



No mercy left, a nightmare for the affected ones

Mind unconscious, like predators hunger for blood



Soldiers, march towards battle

They invade, when napalm falls like burning rain

Like vultures, from above

The battlefield, covered in blood



When napalm, fills their lungs

A morbid taste, of reality

Their chemical massive attack, to exterminate

A stench of death, that will never disappear



Critical, a word that can not describe

Under clouds of blood, they died