Lyrics:

Behind the stormy fields
A path of skulls aside
Wind surrounds the cross
There hang and to bleed the blind
Marching drums fill the air
Legions hail in pride
Hate spill from the deepest void
I hate you foolish blind

A new race rose inside
From beneath pain and sights
Distance and demarcation
Silent observation

Grandmother
And no one can change the past
Forever
Number 5188 Battalion 4

Behind the stormy fields
A path of skulls aside
Wind surrounds the cross
There hang and to bleed the blind
Marching drums fill the air
Legions hail in pride
Hate spill from the deepest void
I hate you foolish blind
Grandmother
And no one can change the past
Forever
Number 5188 Battalion 4
Grandmother
And no one can change the past
Forever
Number 5188 Battalion 4

Grandmother

Number 5188 Battalion 4