[Music: T Gustafsson]
[Lyrics: Rundqvist]
From time bygone, until the end of now
Without conscious, a journey through
blood
No compassion, death a consistent reality
March through blood, no end in sight
No mercy left, a nightmare for the
affected ones
Mind unconscious, like predators hunger for blood
Soldiers, march towards battle
They invade, when napalm falls
like burning rain
Like vultures, from above
The battlefield, covered in blood
When napalm, fills their lungs
A morbid
taste, of reality
Their chemical massive attack, to exterminate
A stench of death, that will never disappear
Critical, a word
that can not describe
Under clouds of blood, they died