Paroles de Balaklava Cold

Bring forth the overpowering grasp of balaklava Our men are left gnawing on desperation As their bodies give in to the torment that has stricken their souls Amongst the hailing gunfire I turn to my side Only to find my fellow allies Victimised by the mighty bear paw And so I pray for all of them Who truly need it I praise them to the sky A sky that is burning red Lit up like a furnace Exactly how I pictured the end of the world Is it really worth it? I look around All that is left is the rotten cores of The slowly decaying walking dead And I refuse to take part! I will not take part Keep pushing forward I will not take part Keep pushing on