Marching forward   Blind with rage   Faces strapped to tubes   Devoid of human flesh   Fire blindly into   growing walls of steel   Retaliation starts   Helments melt into this concrete smear      The end is brightest   When the withered hands   are reaching for the sky   Their fading cries deforming   As the shockwaves rip the stars apart      Still alive   Barely crawling   Hands blown off   Limbs torn away   All shields breached   Decimation rising   Red sky falling faster   As the wave deletes your fears      Annihilation   Swept the ruins away   The tubes that once clung to the melted flesh   Have frozen   And crumbled on the mud of broken faces      The end is brightest   When the withered hands   are reaching for the sky   The end is brightest   When you never look away from your fate