The state of orphans land of forsaken dogs
Marching the hearty road
knee-deep in blood
Ashes in nostrills
Nothing to die for no reason to live

In the name of peace
Forgive
Any mischief our
Weakness
Is power deception
In our souls

War
In the name of peace
Will
Forgive any mischief
Power
Is our weakness
Anger
In our souls

The edge of lethal sorrow
Will confuse the silence of caskets
Able to consume and burp
Only what has been eaten
In an own herd

history now leads us to crematory
striving to enter the heaven
on a hump of a stranger
history now leads us to crematory

The state of orphans land of the forsaken dogs
Marching the hearty road
Knee-deep in blood
Ashes in nostrills
Nothing to die for no reason to live