You have drug me into the midst of this holy war

Does your religion say I will stay calm and still

Like a lamb before a slaughter storm?

You booked me a first class seat on a suicide mission

With hate in my eyes, I have only one decision

I know it's about to end

I know now, I know now it's all over

And this is my last phone call

And you know I love you all

This is my last fight; 

And I will see you all in the next life

Then we clanned-up, 

Weapons ready, don't be too abrupt

Then we all rushed the front

Wait until the right minute

Stick your blade in and spin it

Hand to hand primitive

Making you bleed is not tentative

They will always remember my name

You have drug me into the midst of this holy war

Does your religion say I will stay calm and still

Like a lamb before a slaughter storm?

You booked me a first class seat on a suicide mission