Smell of battles is in the air.
The souls of dead warriors don't stop worrying
The nowadays sons.
Covered by their ideas they are in war.
They cant get anything their,
But never the less they are going to die.
War became their idol.
They live only for war,
Because they don't know anything else.
And they rise the weapon given
By their LORD again and again.
But they crucified their LORD
On their lenses.
They are in WAR
From the very beginning.
And they don't know why they do it.
They make heroes and throws them down.
Though they always ready to follow
The new tyrant.
This war can't be over when they are gone.
As their souls will return
Thirsting for blood.
