I walk through fire, I feel no pain  Fields of war which fuel my veins  In the end, son, I was once like you  Cut me, child, you'll see I bleed  Scars of black which help me see  In the end, son, I was once like you    Life, birth, blood, doom  The hole in the ground is comin' 'round soon  Life, birth, blood, doom  The hole in the ground is comin' 'round, comin' 'round soon    Fields of death, the rotted womb  Hatred, chainsaw, the blessed doom  In the end, son, I was once like you  The ashes that fly, the skin which burns  Kill all you can, refuse to learn  In the end, son, I was once like you    Life, birth, blood, doom  The hole in the ground is comin' 'round soon  Life, birth, blood, doom  The hole in the ground is comin' 'round, comin' 'round soon    Life, birth, blood, doom  The hole in the ground is comin' 'round soon  Life, birth, blood, doom  The hole in the ground is comin' 'round soon  Life, birth, blood, doom  The hole in the ground is comin' 'round soon  Life, birth, blood, doom  The hole in the ground is comin' 'round, comin' 'round soon