Going to war – leave all behind Open the door, to madness and crimes War is a whore – she needs more and more Massive Crossfire – is what she desires Crossfire
Bullets fly fast, you cannot hide You cannot rest, you cannot fight Lying in mud, this ocean of blood Your fellows are crying, like cattle they’re dying Crossfire
Leaving this war in dead-body bags Death waits for more - they will not come back The slaughter goes on, in the name of the One Who’s reigning in fire, and ruling the liars Crossfire