You see the future, and it's tearing you apart It goes right through ya, and it knockes you back to start The book of memories adds more pages all the time Axes clinging Dead men singing Our finest hour The Symphony of war The sea of madness is a lake without a shore But you get through it, like a hundred times before Reborn your feelings, time to stand up for your rights Axes clinging Dead men singing Our finest hour The Symphony of war You're fighting for a cause on trembling grounds You hear the inner force and battle sounds