From time bygone, until the end of now Without conscious, a journey through blood No compassion, death a consistent reality March through blood, no end in sight
No mercy left, a nightmare for the affected ones Mind unconscious, like predators hunger for blood
Soldiers, march towards battle They invade, when napalm falls like burning rain Like vultures, from above The battlefield, covered in blood
When napalm, fills their lungs A morbid taste, of reality Their chemical massive attack, to exterminate A stench of death, that will never disappear
Critical, a word that can not describe Under clouds of blood, they died