Στοίχοι: Cryptic Wintermoon. Of Shadows... And Dark Things You Fear. Heavy Armed Assault.

Armies from the gates of hell ? creatures breathing ash
Massive rocket impact ? as the armies clash
Confronting heavy armed assault ? fully armored black
Clashing at our boundaries ? there is no turning back

Burning skies ? as fire begins to rain
Drowning the world in endless pain ? as death comes closing in

Bullet impats cracking bones ? seeking for your head
Our defense pounded to the ground ? leaving them all dead
Wave by wave comes storming in ? there is no end to see
Ankle deep in pools of blood ? dead bodies lying next to me

Burning skies ? as fire begins to rain
Drowning the world in endless pain ? as death comes closing in

In the light of the dying sun ? your world falls to peaces
In grinding artillery fire ? as pain and damage increases

Bomb explosions ? knocking gently on your door
Hear roaring cannon fire ? that's the drums of war
That's our art of war

You can run ? but never hide
Here death will always find you
Kill efficiency ? industrialized
Genocide ? mechanized

Firewalls ? cremating human flesh
Wardemons ? grinding them to death