Step in line, you know the drill
Move on out and make your kill
These souls are burned and frozen still
Never to be released.

Light the bodies, stack them high
Write the will, the end is nigh
Smoke in the breeze, Blacken the sky
A hell of your own making.

Burning leaves, barbed wire
The ashes of your love
Caught somewhere in the middle.
Reeking of hope
We find the shadows of demons
False prophets proclaiming
That nothing is so simple as the kill.

See the look upon his face
Starving, screaming to run the race
To make this world a better place
One life at a time.

The ground of white will now run red
As the mark is carved into your head
Take the oath, and now you're dead
And riding the finite wave.

Burning leaves, barbed wire
The ashes of your life
Caught somewhere in the middle.
Reeking of hope we find
The shadows of demons
And the writing on the walls
False prophets screaming
That nothing, nothing is as simple as the kill.

Step in line, you know the drill
Move on out and make your kill
My soul is burned and frozen still
Never to be released.

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Chakros, in the year 117 MA.