March Of The Damned lyrics

Fire in the hole, the wretched smell of death Maniac on the frontline, and napalm on your breath Let the bell toll... Tortured by the visions, the haunting of your dreams It seems like yesterday, can't you hear the screams? Heartless soldier, the crimson martyr Can't atone your own disgrace Find your own death before dishonor Sacrifice, your saving grace... But you've got no rules, no rules to keep you sane You're a prisoner of pain... But you've got no rules, no rules to keep you sane No way to win Still a prisoner of pain... Heartless soldier, the crimson martyr Can't atone your own disgrace Find your own death before dishonor Sacrifice, your saving grace...