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