In the battle of the obscure Tragic death so suddenly Slowly unlatches the leather strap Roaming mortals so divine
Deadly intention, with the will to kill Eyes locked, your heart pounds
The grey massacre, a familiar sight Substance of fire, the visible truth Modified version of an alternate reality
Deadly intention, with the will to kill Eyes locked, your heart pounds
Grey massacre...seared into the flesh
I see this world, I see it dead Accumulate and multiply the victims of the dead What always was, will ever be Dark risen force, repeated history
It's all the more tragic, that they were young But have they lived very, very long lives They could not have expected, nor they would have wish to see As much of the mad and macabre as they have seen that day For them an ideal summer afternoon drive became a nightmare
In the battle of the obscure The grey massacre, a familiar sight Modified version of an alternate reality
Grey massacre...seared into the flesh
I see this world, I see it dead Accumulate and multiply the victims of the dead What always was, will ever be Dark risen force, repeated history