Towards the line that 
 separates life from death 
 Marching towards the freedom 
 that you think you will win 
 Heroes behind cowardly 
 creations gives no respect 
 Sleepless lie the enemies 
 awaiting the next move 

 nothingness that is formed 
 into something greatly 
 ghost that many others 
 already have turned into 
 We all are wandering towards 
 extinction, coldness 
 And this is where you 
 want to create life? 

 Giving birth to a life that is 
 to follow the trace 
 But the ghost you hunt will 
 never ever let you win 
 You sacrafice your life for it all, 
 this is the end of the race 
 The life you live will soon 
 be taken for its sin 

 Doomsday, the very last 
 day in your existence 
 The thought conjures cold 
 shivers along your spine 
 Have you done your share 
 or have you fumbled? 
 Hordes of people flees 
 from their home 
 Burning fires make your 
 eyes [bad word] blind 

 Transforming into beasts while 
 judging and imitating their acts 
 The mist of death spreads 
 from land to land 
 Burning fires make your 
 eyes [bad word] blind 
 And is this where you 
 want to create life? 

 war built upon invented extraction 
 You will [bad word] one in the end 
 Or will you fall? 
 You will get the answer 
 war built upon invented extraction 
 You will [bad word] one in the end 
 Or will you fall? 
 You will get the answer