Bleeding Ground

I heard their skulls crack against the walls
A sound of never-ending sleep
I hear those who once were flesh and bone
Speak to me from the river´s deep

The haunting voice may never leave
As the war inside won´t cease
Can´t escape this violent maze
The pounding sound of relentless rain
While marching on...

Bleeding ground
Only ashes will remain
There won´t be headstones with our names
On bleeding ground

Just left them lying down in there
Truly cheap is the life of man
We thought they´d be easy to forget
But thick´s the blood on our godlike hands

It doesn´t matter what future holds
All i need is the sweetest rush
Must move on, the war drum pounds
How i love how the chaos sounds
On bleeding ground