"I have no fears now for I am already dead.   I try to love you, baby, but you'd never understand..."      A great war broke out in the homeland   The weak and the poor spilt blood for the rich man   And once more there was a terrible trumpet   Calling our souls for their maker to eat them   Ooh! We were born to suffer   And we were born to kill   And once more there's a terrible trumpet   Calling us...      Behold the art of murder   Before the devil's eyes   Beware your soul-retriever   Will come in disguise      Before I was a killing machine,   Now I can't tame the beast   With every loved one I have slain   I feel closer to release   We are the lost ones   Born after the fire   But, I hear a voice from the other side   It says: "The flames are out, but now we know...   Smoke still leads us home"