• There’s a field of blood filled with the
    body’s of dead more die every hour the rain
    pours down like hell has a rosin blood is every were im watching
    it all just run down my face blood starts to pore form the sky the gods are
    dead there’s no one to save your pathetic sols now
    We fight this meaning less war for no reason’s
    There’s not death behind me there’s not one fear in front of me
    There’s nothing to die blood runs form the sky the
    world I s in hell the body’s drop form the sky and pill In
    a far trench there’s a death to maintain so f*** u
    god damn christens your god bleeds like a mortal and
    dies his blood pores form the sky and we in joy it