No Sign Of Glory

Dying soldiers are spread in the fields
They were ready to die for their land
And the silent cannons are standing alone
The load has been fired to hell

A distant cry from their families far
They feel that their loved one is lost
Is it war for glory, or ride to the grave
The puppets are flocked in the powers grinder

Marching a last time
Into the gates of chaos
Scythe of the reaper
Ready to cut your heart out
Violence and bloodshed
Thunder and raging fire
No sign of glory
Only a reign of bloody death

Its only a reign of bloody death

The rotten smell of corpses around
A statement of what has been done
A fight for power and not for the men
It's game of breathers who couldn't care less

A distant cry from their families far
They feel that their loved one is lost
Is it war for glory, or ride to the grave
The puppets are flocked in the powers grinder

Marching a last time
Into the gates of chaos
Scythe of the reaper
Ready to cut your heart out
Violence and bloodshed
Thunder and raging fire
No sign of glory
Only a reign of bloody death

Crows are roaming the masses of dead
They feeding on what has been left of the soldiers
Can you see, it was all begun
When the war declared fate written in blood