Towards the line that

separates life from death

Marching towards the freedom

that you think you will win

Heroes behind cowardly

creations gives no respect

Sleepless lie the enemies

awaiting the next move



A nothingness that is formed

into something greatly

A ghost that many others

already have turned into

We all are wandering towards

extinction, coldness

And this is where you

want to create life?



Giving birth to a life that is

to follow the trace

But the ghost you hunt will

never ever let you win

You sacrafice your life for it all,

this is the end of the race

The life you live will soon

be taken for its sin



Doomsday, the very last

day in your existence

The thought conjures cold

shivers along your spine

Have you done your share

or have you fumbled?

Hordes of people flees

from their home

Burning fires make your



Transforming into beasts while

judging and imitating their acts

The mist of death spreads

from land to land

Burning fires make your

And is this where you

want to create life?



A war built upon invented extraction

Or will you fall?

You will get the answer

A war built upon invented extraction

Or will you fall?

You will get the answer