[Lyrics: Morgan Thorn, Geoff Thorpe]



Fire in the hole, the wretched smell of death 

Maniac on the frontline, and napalm on your breath 

Let the bell toll...

Tortured by the visions, the haunting of your dreams 

It seems like yesterday, can't you hear the screams?

Heartless soldier, the crimson martyr 

Can't atone your own disgrace 

Find your own death before dishonor 

Sacrifice, your saving grace...

But you've got no rules, no rules to keep you sane 

You're a prisoner of pain...

But you've got no rules, no rules to keep you sane 

No way to win 

Still a prisoner of pain...

Heartless soldier, the crimson martyr 

Can't atone your own disgrace 

Find your own death before dishonor 

Sacrifice, your saving grace...