I walk through fire, i feel no pain
fields of war which fuel my veins
in the end, son, i was once like you
cut me child, you`ll see i bleed
scars of black which help me see
in the end, son, i was once like you
life, birth, blood, doom
the hole in the ground is comin` round soon
life birth blood doom
the hole in the ground is comin` round, comin` round soon
Fields of death, the rotted womb
hatred, chainsaw, the blessed doom
in the end, son, i was once like you
The ashes that fly, the skin which burns
Kill all you can, refuse to learn
in the end, son, i was once like you
life, birth, blood, doom
the hole in the ground is comin` round soon
life birth blood doom
the hole in the ground is comin` round, comin` round soon
life, birth, blood, doom
the hole in the ground is comin` round soon
life birth blood doom
the hole in the ground is comin` round, comin` round soon
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