I walk through fire, i feel no pain

fields of war which fuel my veins

in the end, son, i was once like you

cut me child, you'll see i bleed

scars of black which help me see

in the end, son, i was once like you



life, birth, blood, doom

the hole in the ground is comin' round soon

life birth blood doom

the hole in the ground is comin' round, comin' round soon



Fields of death, the rotted womb

hates we chase of a blessed doom

in the end, son, i was once like you

The ashes that fly, the skin which burns

Kill all you can, refuse to learn

in the end, son, i was once like you



life, birth, blood, doom

the hole in the ground is comin' round soon

life birth blood doom

the hole in the ground is comin' round, comin' round soon



life, birth, blood, doom

the hole in the ground is comin' round soon

life birth blood doom

the hole in the ground is comin' round, comin' round soon