Martyred In The Rage Of War
Right into the rage of war
Through the noises of fire and explosions
A man is fighting against two things
The enemies and his own mind
Killing everyone in sight
On his side or not
He doesn't even care
FOrgetting all about himself
Seeing guts spilling
And blood quirting
Even rays of the sun wouldn't be able
To enlighten his darkened spirit
Running amongst the corpses
Holding his weapon tight
He now feels the fear emerging
Knowing that he could end up like them
Even his own visions of mutiny
Wasn't that horrific
Caught in the middle of the battle
Behind the enemy's lines
Aware that his defeat is imminent
He started to panic
Crawling in a long grass zone
Seeking for a way out
He his now the pray
And not the predator anymore
Remembering his family
And what he's done so far
The man recover his breath
To return to the battlefield
Back on his feet he realizes
That it isn't going any better
Looking all around hum
Hw knows he won't last long
Pain suddenly struck his left arm
He just got shot from behind
Covered by the blood of his injury
He falls to the ground
Hearing death whispering to him
Feeling his life vanishing
Someone gets close to him
Puts a gun to his head
And finishes hum
The last thing that passed through his mind
Was a feeling of hate...about humanity and its logic
Martirizado en la Furia de la Guerra
Dentro de la furia de la guerra
A través de los ruidos de fuego y explosiones
Un hombre está luchando contra dos cosas
Los enemigos y su propia mente
Matando a todos a la vista
Estén de su lado o no
Ni siquiera le importa
Olvidando todo sobre sí mismo
Viendo tripas derramándose
Y sangre salpicando
Ni siquiera los rayos del sol podrían
Iluminar su espíritu oscurecido
Corriendo entre los cadáveres
Sosteniendo su arma fuertemente
Ahora siente el miedo emergiendo
Sabiendo que podría terminar como ellos
Incluso sus propias visiones de motín
No eran tan horribles
Atrapado en medio de la batalla
Detrás de las líneas enemigas
Consciente de que su derrota es inminente
Comenzó a entrar en pánico
Arrastrándose en una zona de hierba larga
Buscando una salida
Ahora es la presa
Y no el depredador
Recordando a su familia
Y lo que ha hecho hasta ahora
El hombre recupera el aliento
Para regresar al campo de batalla
De pie se da cuenta
Que no va a mejorar
Mirando a su alrededor
Sabe que no durará mucho
El dolor golpea repentinamente su brazo izquierdo
Acaba de ser disparado por detrás
Cubierto por la sangre de su herida
Caé al suelo
Escuchando a la muerte susurrarle
Sintiendo su vida desvaneciéndose
Alguien se acerca a él
Pone un arma en su cabeza
Y lo termina
Lo último que pasó por su mente
Fue un sentimiento de odio... hacia la humanidad y su lógica