Hollow march

Burning axes growing out from their hands
Modern warriors in the ancient mission
Destroy the enemies' world
In the name of the glorious undone
Marching in lines to an unknown land
Afraid warriors leaving their souls
Destroy poor people's worlds
In the name of their sinning God

Here is the end of our lives
The last time we'll see the sun
Here is the end of our future
Only fear and pain remain

Marching in lines to an unknown land
Afraid warriors leaving their souls
Destroy poor people's worlds
In the name of their sinning God

Here is the end of our lives
The last time we'll see the sun
Here is the end of our future
Only fear and pain remain