Catch a fleeting glimpse then be on your way 
Oh the end is near if you choose to stay 
This forsaken land torn by grief and strife 
No it's not worth the value of your life 
 
The smell of death lingers in the air 
Bloodstained bodies scattered everywhere 
In the distance thunder in the sky 
See the sorrow, hear the battlecry, battlecry 

The carnage races on well into the night 
As the sun creeps up we see the morning light 
On the battlefield the tragedy of dawn 
Through the crimson tide we still carry on