Foul Lair के बोल

Digging graves - City buries dead Angry tears falling - The massacre Cemetary defaced - Age of pain draws near A presence of troops - Termination inflicted Civil unrest - Mortar shell exploding On contact - Sacrificing Cringing at the thought - That nothing can be done To stop this madness - Dreams fading fast Feel the pressure - Brain starts to wither Absent warnings of attack - Designated plots Arranged in order - Grisly reminder turned to grief Discarded prayers - Fear of living grows Depletion continues - At phenomenal rates Voices screaming - Counting losses Suffering immortal Wounding opposition - Parade the streets Victory accomplished For time being thinking your safe - When attacks resume Creating more dead - Wind of destruction Everything is grey - Trees are gone Nothing stands Running through sniper alleys Viewing with disgust A place you hate - Killings everyday Before your eyes - Burning corpses Flesh rains down - Robbed of our defences As other countries watch - Fighting for land and power