| It began with a fear of tomorrow
|
| We couldn’t see, the air full of smoke
|
| Guns and machinery marching on to war
|
| Phantasm of terror in the sky
|
| The time had come to rise to the challenge
|
| Fighting on in disbelief and through the thrash
|
| With a warrior spirit, march with me
|
| A world like this no one could foresee
|
| Pain forever
|
| Dies irae
|
| Voices screaming
|
| Dies irae
|
| Pain forever
|
| Dies irae
|
| Demons screaming
|
| Dies irae
|
| Left out, burned down, what have you done?
|
| Foul ashes, eyes flashes, what can you do now?
|
| Left out, burned down, what have you done?
|
| Foul ashes, eyes flashes, what can you do now?
|
| Dies irae
|
| Dies irae
|
| Left out, burned down, what have you done?
|
| Foul ashes, eyes flashes, what can you do now?
|
| Left out, burned down, what have you done?
|
| Foul ashes, eyes flashes, what can you do now?
|
| Dies irae
|
| Dies irae
|
| So what had become our spoken and bound
|
| Sepulchral rites on the wall
|
| And still the air was broken by tragedy
|
| Lay back and die, it’s all gone insane
|
| Pain forever
|
| Dies irae
|
| Voices screaming
|
| Dies irae
|
| Pain forever
|
| Dies irae
|
| Demons screaming
|
| Dies irae |