When the final attack is over And there is nothing left but pain For the dead there'll be NO tomorrow Bloody ground will be washed by rain
Watching friends laying dead and slaughtered In a puddle of sparkling blood Staring eyes see their lives are broken Now it's time to pray fictious god!!
PULL THE TRIGGER = DIE FOR NOTHING!!
Lost soul Technology of DEATH No control This is your final breath!!
Trembling fingers reload your weapon The last enemy is yourself Asking why all this shit has happened With no answer you blow your head!!
PULL THE TRIGGER = DIE FOR NOTHING!!
Lost soul Technology of DEATH No control This is your final fucken breath!!