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Thousands of people are screaming in pain

 The dance of the death is now comming our way

 It will never stop 'till the last one falls dead

 The ground is scorched and it turns into red

 Offering prayers will not save your life

 We fight wall to wall in our final kinstrife.

 And through the massacre, violence, gore

 It's rising again - the faceless war.

 We have no face,

 Our souls are black,

 We're waiting for

 The time to attack.

 Faceless war

 You cannot ignore.

 The final stand,

 We are all condemned to descend in the end.

 Faceless war

 You will surely fall.

 The final stand!

 This is the end of your fate. Decimate!

 Thousands lay dead on the bloodstained ground

 Vultures waiting a feast on the grind

 Worthless your soul and your body is dead.

 Dance of the death - suicide on command.

 Fields overwhelmed with corpses and fire

 And only one stands on top of the pyre.

 The harvest of lives was gathered for

 The faceless man, the ghost of war!

 He has no face,

 His soul is black

 He's waiting for

 The time to attack

 Faceless war

 You cannot ignore.

 The final stand,

 We are all condemned to descend in the end.

 Faceless war

 You will surely fall.

 The final stand!

 This is the end of your fate. Decimate!