There are thousands of people as far as the eyes can see;   you can sense the suffering as you draw near   Standing before them you can see the pain in their eyes   It breaks the mind and weighs on the heart   Standing before them you can see the pain in their eyes   In their eyes now we are wading through this sea of souls   The smell of rotten flesh brings me to my knees   Now they gather, to march on to the grave   With shovels in their hands, with death in their eyes   Longing for a time of peace, longing just to die and the heavens cry   Tears fall like rain from the legions of angels weeping in pain   As they dig their own grave   They dig their own graves by the life they lived and the choices they made   Dig their own graves by choices they made; now it’s too late   The bridge has been destroyed   Now we are wading through this sea of souls   The smell of rotten flesh lets me see