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Dying soldiers are spread in the fields

They were ready to die for their land

And the silent cannons are standing alone

The load has been fired to hell

A distant cry from their families far

They feel that their loved one is lost

Is it war for glory, or ride to the grave

The puppets are flocked in the powers grinder

Marching a last time

Into the gates of chaos

Scythe of the reaper

Ready to cut your heart out

Violence and bloodshed

Thunder and raging fire

No sign of glory

Only a reign of bloody death

Its only a reign of bloody death

The rotten smell of corpses around

A statement of what has been done

A fight for power and not for the men

It's game of breathers who couldn't care less

A distant cry from their families far

They feel that their loved one is lost

Is it war for glory, or ride to the grave

The puppets are flocked in the powers grinder

Marching a last time

Into the gates of chaos

Scythe of the reaper

Ready to cut your heart out

Violence and bloodshed

Thunder and raging fire

No sign of glory

Only a reign of bloody death

Crows are roaming the masses of dead

They feeding on what has been left of the soldiers

Can you see, it was all begun, when the war declared fate written in blood