Catch a fleeting glimpse then be on your
way Oh the end is near if you choose to
stay This forsaken land torn by grief and
strife No it's not worth the value of your
life
Chorus:
The smell of death
lingers in the air Bloodstained bodies
scattered everywhere In the distance thunder
in the sky See the sorrow, hear the battlecry,
battlecry
The carnage races on well into
the night As the sun creeps up we see the
morning light On the battlefield the tragedy
of dawn Through the crimson tide we still
carry on
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