Paroles de Grinding Crossfire

The bariers are falling down Battle of the archetypes For victory we'll shake the ground Toward the trenches we ride On the ashes of ideals Surrounded stands the flag Promise of eternal fame For the bodies we drag Man on man Blood channels Try to understand We take no prisoners Just a little more remains Black shadows falling down Just a little more strength To bring enemy trench down On bayonets, bloody melee Battle is almost done You can not save yourself When the final goal is freedom