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