Without hope , the revelation Will never send redemption Cause In our dying dreams, We never trust - we never trust Crucial words of how It all ends slip beyond They haste the end, Release the birds. It never stops
Sorrow and grief Is what they don’t know Mercy is not an option The lives going down to stray Much more left to come The lives going down again In their agony of an absolution
We spill our hearts We cherish our dreams Until the warmth takes our lives away Left far and beyond Our whispers fade And I watch them from afar
This is warfare, This is warfare, This is warfare, This is warfare,
I telling you the crosses bringing death
This is warfare, This is warfare, This is warfare, This is warfare,
Their crosses of wings made of death Fuse where the sun sets Cemetery crosses will be their gift Their crosses of wings made of death Fuse where the sun sets Cemetery crosses will be their gift