Here our disbelieve was born
Right here in this rundown corridor
Soil, flames, everlasting storms and acid rain

Entire legions remain
Here in these fields of no remorse


Ashes all over your head
The blinded see in red
Shoulder to shoulder we turned back

Shoulder to shoulder we attack

Still the legions grow on earth

And still we sink in sober mirth
Young, old, falling in slow motion, uncontrolled
And a faint "weapons hold!"

Still disease surpasses birth

Ashes all over your head

The blinded see in red
Shoulder to shoulder we turned back
Shoulder to shoulder we attack


Let those cowards ignite in hell
Dreadful feelings suppressed inside ourselves

Just accept them and let them out
Just let them out until the last one bids farewell
We were treated like no one else

Pilloried and confined inside ourselves
We are here - and that's sad but true -
For slaying you until the last one rots in hell


Ashes all over your head
The blinded see in red

Shoulder to shoulder we turned back
Shoulder to shoulder we attack