I walk through fire, i feel no pain
fields of war which fuel my veins
in the end, son, i was once like you
cut me child, you'll see i bleed
scars of black which help me see
in the end, son, i was once like you

life, birth, blood, doom
life birth blood doom

Fields of death, the rotted womb
hates we chase of a blessed doom
in the end, son, i was once like you
The ashes that fly, the skin which burns
Kill all you can, refuse to learn
in the end, son, i was once like you

life, birth, blood, doom
life birth blood doom

life, birth, blood, doom
life birth blood doom