Isolation 歌词

A blinding white light, like a cold white sun in the night But there's nothing at all that's divine about the discharge of rounds And as you crawl through the maelstrom of war Whatever you'll endure, you'll endure alone Falling deep into the abyss, with survival rate more hit than miss Wailing through the swamps, assessing every sound Judging the threat of the demons, airborne and on ground But one must believe, one surely must conceive Whatever you'll endure, you'll endure alone Because in the end, there's no-one but you Your comrades in arms have no power to do A thing for your plight, or a thing for your life On your trip to hell, you'll be all alone, this is the essence of total isolation Making resolves on your final breath, suddenly faced with your last conquest Will yourself to live you give it your best, now cradled in the arms of death Falling deep into the abyss, some rounds graze, while others pierce Falling deep into the abyss, with a survival rate more hit than miss