Catch a fleeting glimpse    Then be on your way    Oh the End is near    If we choose to stay    This forsaken land    Torn by Grief and Strife    No it's not worth    The value of your Life    The Smell of Death    Lingers everywhere    Bloodstained bodies    Scattered everywhere    In the distance    Thunder in the Sky    See the Sorrow    Hear the Battle Cry    Battle Cry    The Carnage races on    Well into the Night    As the Sun creeps up    We see the morning Light    On this Battlefield    The Tragedy of Dawn    Through the Crimson Tide    We still carry on