When the final attack is over
And there is nothing left but pain
For the dead there'll be NO tomorrow
Bloody ground will be washed by rain

Watching friends laying dead and slaughtered
In a puddle of sparkling blood
Staring eyes see their lives are broken
Now it's time to pray fictious god!!

PULL THE TRIGGER = DIE FOR NOTHING!!

Lost soul
Technology of DEATH
No control
This is your final breath!!

Trembling fingers reload your weapon
The last enemy is yourself
Asking why all this [bad word] has happened
With no answer you blow your head!!

PULL THE TRIGGER = DIE FOR NOTHING!!

Lost soul
Technology of DEATH
No control
This is your final [bad word] breath!!