We're watching the wastelands, no triumphant salutes. Nothing heard yet, where are our troops? We found them in the wastelands, in some ruins of death. In the fields of glory, they all reaped death. Here comes defeat! Come On, come on you bastard! We want our troops back home! We need support. Bring them back alive! No one returns... Horizon burns! And here we are in silence. Digging one thousand graves to honour the memorial.
Our troops came home dead... Behind cold stone we cower, one thousand days of misery. We wait to face the enemy at the gates!