Ice cold the future
Darker grow the days
Mankind enters winter
Continue the crusades

The battlefield horizon
Run red the blood of slaves
Lambs to the slaughter
In the name of god

Who feeds on the corpses?
Who leads us into war?
Righteousness and guilt
We all wear crowns of thorns

Each soldier has a mother
Each general has a feast
We mourn and gorge with glory
Empty yet obese

Mass destruct
Blood and iron
Tortured screams
The crushing wheel

Again we move in cycles
Like whirlwinds to destroy
Darkness of the ages
Glory is to die