The tribes gather at the midst of dawn Settling over where the line is drawn Fear in their eyes they gaze through the mist To a field where reason has ceased to exist With blank staring eyes they march ahead Not really knowing that they're already dead When heart dies and soul is torn Sown are the seeds of doom When minds astray and fills with hate Sown are the seeds of doom The ancient laws of lust and greed For the glory of ancestral need Lines drawn by ignorant hand Not knowing what they demand A price too high for a man to pay Is to know that today's the day Here we let loose the legions Here we draw the blade Marched the paths of glory Towards our death so vain Here we let loose the legions Here we drew the blade We threw our lives away And only silence remained