Текст песни Empty Shell

We shall dred the forthcoming Every second sears me As my anticipation drips, stepping back to where it started Grasping my first weapon As a protector, wearing my armor Swollen with pride, having the initiative Without insight, training will be an aid And debriefing ensues Intelligence will serve us well But nothing could ever truly prepare This is what we dred Strategy ripped from my mind in cold blood Replaced with mere survival What have I become? But I have not yet begun to fight And I will not be deterred