Again we have this decision to make
Talking of peace seems so hollow and fake
As we choose
Do we end this day with words or force?
Obviously we choose Killing of course!
Now we lay here dead
Our earthly remains
Unsilent at night
and forever cursed
For desire of the war
Our souls continues to fight
For chaotic will to kill
Our souls gather every night
For the misery we caused
Once again we must suffer
Warcry howls through the midnight sky
Once again we must die!
No need to search for the enemy
We are our own arch nemesis
No need to seek for the truth
Now to believe any prophecies
We are out own arch nemesis | 
