Without hope , the revelation
Will never send redemption
Cause In our dying dreams,
We never trust - we never trust
Crucial words of how
It all ends slip beyond
They haste the end,
Release the birds.
It never stops
Sorrow and grief
Is what they don’t know
Mercy is not an option
The lives going down to stray
Much more left to come
The lives going down again
In their agony of an absolution
We spill our hearts
We cherish our dreams
Until the warmth takes our lives away
Left far and beyond
Our whispers fade
And I watch them from afar
This is warfare,
This is warfare,
This is warfare,
This is warfare,
I telling you the crosses bringing death
This is warfare,
This is warfare,
This is warfare,
This is warfare,
Their crosses of wings made of death
Fuse where the sun sets
Cemetery crosses will be their gift
Their crosses of wings made of death
Fuse where the sun sets
Cemetery crosses will be their gift