Once more They are on the front lines Thirsty for death and blind for pride No rights, no lives In the trenches, no survivors They are ready for the pact Favoring a tyrant who distorts respect Don't act, in fact This is a path with no destination Will it become a mental death or an eternal death? Another death filed, thrown into the fire The last memories were anchored back home They didn't even realize They had the same enemy The same enemy They are searching for glory Like slaves of an oratory In the gory territory Are you sure this is the right rival? They are on the warlords' board Who orchestrate killings and rewards Ignored, no accords That's the game that brings reprisals They have only two fates: Mental death or eternal death Another death filed, thrown into the fire The last memories were anchored back home They didn't even realize They had the same enemy The same enemy Another death filed, thrown into the fire The last memories were anchored back home They didn't even realize They had the same enemy The same enemy, enemy The same enemy The same enemy, enemy