Chorus: You're none - just meat to the cannons You're none - in the feast of infernos You're none - you're a puppet of fate You're done - pile of dirt is your grave Accept - all your previous life Accept - had no meaning at all Accept - all of value is lie Submit - you walk only to fall
You wake as your room flashes with light The sound of a blast rips the silence of night Your bed sheets are red with blood of your own You're trying to rise then you fall... then you fall with a groan
A war - it has come, it has knocked on your door A terror you've felt never before Run out of your home as they fall into flames You think of your children, see them perish away!
Chorus
You run through the screams of crowds of live torches Your leg's stuck, you sense how it burns, how it scorches You try to get loose, you hear crack of your bone You fall and just watch, you are left all alone
By then you recall all that you've left behind The screams of your children, they torture your mind How could you abandon those innocent souls? You see your own home and the roof as it falls
A militant boot smacks your face into dirt You choke on the as that has gone, that has... gone to your throat When you try to catch some sour air as you gasp They pound you to death... and that's just for a laugh!