Scent Of Flesh Our Own Archnemesis
Again we have this decision to make
Talking of peace seems so hollow
And fake as we choose
Do we end 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 continue 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 midninghtsky
Once again we must die
No need to search for enemy
We are our own archnemesis
No need to seek for truth
Nor to believe any prophesies
We are our own archnemesis
