Demise of the Lord

Sixth month, sixth day, sixth hour, desperate maneuver Going to fight, going to die over this land Agony rules the sand Black clouds cast a rain of lead Going to raise a bloody flag over this hell Sanity drowns in flames Sinking below the artillery's blasts Stranded in a horrid dream A bad joke from reality The blinding fear, the poisonous hate flow in this place It´s time to meet the glory's taste before all burn Goal is to advance, goal is to live Yard after yard, inch after inch... The blinding fear, the poisonous hate flow in this place It´s time to meet the glory's taste before all burn