Ice cold the future
Darker grow the days
Mankind enters winter
Continue the crusades
The battlefield horizon
Run red the blood of slaves
Lambs to the slaughter
In the name of god
Who feeds on the corpses?
Who leads us into war?
Righteousness and guilt
We all wear crowns of thorns
Each soldier has a mother
Each general has a feast
We mourn and gorge with glory
Empty yet obese
Mass destruct
Blood and iron
Tortured screams
The crushing wheel
Again we move in cycles
Like whirlwinds to destroy
Darkness of the ages
Glory is to die
