Catch a fleeting glimpse then be on your way Oh the end is near if you choose to stay This forsaken land torn by grief and strife No it's not worth the value of your life The smell of death lingers in the air Bloodstained bodies scattered everywhere In the distance thunder in the sky See the sorrow, hear the battlecry, battlecry The carnage races on well into the night As the sun creeps up we see the morning light On the battlefield the tragedy of dawn Through the crimson tide we still carry on