The war is coming, the war is here
We will fight, we will stand; comrades to the very end
Not pain, nor fear, sorrow or death
Whatever the case, we will fight to the end
You're strong, so you chant in a blaze of fury; feet marching, stomping, crushing, and destroying. There is blood in your eyes, there is death in your smile and the grim reaper watches with life in his smile.
There is honor in our strength
There's a reason why we fight; for our lives and loves and homes
For the sound of crushing bones
Whatever the case, we will fight to the end
The time has come for change, that's what your people say. But change at what price? No one bothers to ask. So you march on in the wind, your eyes closed against the sand storm created by the stomping of your feet. There is hurt in your eyes, there is wrath in your smile and the grim reaper watches with glee in his smile.
The war cannot be over, no matter how we fall
We will fight even harder, till our blades are all but rust
Even when we fall down harder
Whatever the case, we will fight to the end.
This is a dance with destiny
A battle against fate
A call to the fickleness of a man trying to live his way
The war is coming, the war is here
The war is never ending till the land is bare
So you crumble to the ground, like toy soldiers saddled with pliable limbs. The pool of blood and darkness grows wider, engulfing all in its path. You scramble for light, trying to escape the eerie cackle in the wind, but still you crumble. There is fear in your eyes, there is pain in your smile and the grim reaper gathers with blood in his smile.
The war is coming, the war is here
The war is never ending till the land is bare.
