Resistance

Two years in the front row
Solitude before the fall our final resistance
The longer we stay the deeper
The cold and damage in our bones
The rain makes way only for the stinging bite of the north wind

A war without honor, a war without end
This is a new kind of war, fucking war
While we lose brave men still sending war parties raging on
I know this enemy well

They are striking hard and fast
And falling back into the night
Come the dawn we count our losses
A war without honor
A war without end
A war without honor, a war without end
This is a new kind of war, fucking war