Send me back to hell, I belong there
Wash my filthy blood from your hands
Little lies you tell: God is unfair
Born to be a sacrificial lamb
We are the army of the damned
Shackled, bloody hands
Trying to find a world that understands
Each night they nail us to their cross
The irony is lost
The beaten and the broken make their stand
We are the army of the damned
We are the army of the damned
Heavy weighs, the cross of our fathers
Kill each other at your command
Profit from our loss, cannon fodder
Born to be a sacrificial lamb
We are the army of the damned
Shackled, bloody hands
Trying to find a world that understands
Each night they nail us to their cross
The irony is lost
The beaten and the broken make their stand
We are the army of the damned
Take back the life that they denied
Nothing to lose, nothing to fear
We've already died
We are the army of the damned
Shackled, bloody hands
Trying to find a world that understands
We are the army of the damned
Shackled, bloody hands
Trying to find a world that understands
Each night they nail us to their cross
The irony is lost
The beaten and the broken make their stand
We are the army of the damned
We are the army of the damned
