Towards the line that
separates life from death
Marching towards the freedom

that you think you will win
Heroes behind cowardly
creations gives no respect

Sleepless lie the enemies
awaiting the next move


A nothingness that is formed
into something greatly
A ghost that many others

already have turned into
We all are wandering towards
extinction, coldness

And this is where you
want to create life?


Giving birth to a life that is
to follow the trace
But the ghost you hunt will

never ever let you win
You sacrafice your life for it all,
this is the end of the race

The life you live will soon
be taken for its sin


Doomsday, the very last
day in your existence
The thought conjures cold

shivers along your spine
Have you done your share
or have you fumbled?

Hordes of people flees
from their home
Burning fires make your

eyes become blind

Transforming into beasts while

judging and imitating their acts
The mist of death spreads
from land to land

Burning fires make your
eyes become blind
And is this where you

want to create life?

A war built upon invented extraction

You will become one in the end
Or will you fall?
You will get the answer

A war built upon invented extraction
You will become one in the end
Or will you fall?

You will get the answer