Behind the stormy fields A path of skulls aside Wind surrounds the cross There hang and 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 Battallion 4
A new race rose inside From beneath pain and sights Distance and demarcation Silent observation