| Into the fray, they’ve sent us to die
|
| As if we were soldiers of clay
|
| The seeds of my doubt, refusing to die
|
| But how could my country betray?
|
| Fall on your knees, pray to your god
|
| But he’s nowhere to be found
|
| Thousands were slain, and few have survived
|
| Leaving their friends on the ground
|
| Sworn by hate
|
| Hail of fire
|
| Spiral flames haul again
|
| Scorching flesh gone insane
|
| Taste the blood, bullets rain
|
| Tortured soul, blessed be the altar of pain
|
| Frozen with fear, facless and torn
|
| Trapped from the world that I know
|
| A shll of myself, the man that I was
|
| Have died on this day to atone
|
| I live with this pain, it can’t be denied
|
| But there’s nowhere to hide
|
| The altar of pain, still sacred to those
|
| Who worship the deaf and the blind
|
| Sworn by hate
|
| Hail of fire
|
| Spiral flames haul again
|
| Scorching flesh gone insane
|
| Taste the blood, bullets rain
|
| Tortured soul, blessed be the altar of pain
|
| On my knees, tell me God
|
| Why? |
| Why?
|
| Spiral flames haul again
|
| Scorching flesh gone insane
|
| Taste the blood, bullets rain
|
| Tortured soul, blessed be the altar of pain
|
| Spiral flames
|
| Gone insane
|
| Blessed be the altar of pain
|
| Blessed be the altar of pain |