Two years in the front row Solitude before the fall our final resistance The longer we stay the deeper the cold and damage in our bones The rain makes way only for the stinging bite of the north wind A war without honor, a war without end This is a new kind of war, fucking war While we lose brave men still sending war parties raging on I know this enemy well. They are striking hard and fast and falling back into the night Come the dawn we count our losses A war without honor A war without end A war without honor, a war without end This is a new kind of war, fucking war