Rise! Ascending, No return. Hear the crawling ghost of war. Walk! Procession Of the damned. Stick to your brothers in arms. Entombed by piles Of cadaveric eyes, Staring at those who pass by. The fear consumes The wish to fight the truth: Those who wander are lost. Our last Chance to end it all. Embrace the Rhythm of War. Fire! No mercy, Hold your gun. Now it's the time to strike. Hunt! Stalking, He's the one. Rip the Rawhead apart. Engulfed by clouds Of mortifying shouts, Stifing the will to survive. The angst consumes The thought they had assumed: Those who wander are lost. Our last Chance to end it all. Embrace the Rhythm of War. Enslave the weak, Quell the strong, Terminate their leader. Embrace the Rhythm of War 'Cause I'm here to kill. Somewhere in the flatlands The feast is ready, And humans are the main course. Rawhead beeings Pierce the bodies yet to fall. They will conquer The Universe. Hear the crawling Ghost of war. Gaze! At the lights of A new dawn Falling madly upon us. To breathe the blow Of a smouldering shout, Freezing the hearts filled with hope. The gloom devours The strength to carry on. Those who wander are lost. Our last Chance to end it all. Embrace the Rhythm of War.