They may be marks of wars
But it is merely the portrait of an era
Destruction, pain, and fear are veiled in plots and secrets
It is a great feat to still be able to write
Reality is to fear
All that remains is to ignite our flame and fight
All that remains is to die without speaking
An invasion takes place in the deserted lands
Not even the dust covers the blood that falls
An invasion takes place in the deserted lands
The dust turns into the life that fades away
This is war (this is the end)
This is war (this is the end)
Billions, trillions, or quadrillions of years may pass
Even infinite time, our nature will always be chaos and destruction
I wish I could believe otherwise, but history always repeats itself, and will continue to do so
An invasion takes place in the deserted lands
Not even the dust covers the blood that falls
An invasion takes place in the deserted lands
The dust turns into the life that fades away
This is war
This is the end
This is war
This is the end
This is war
This
Is
Waaar