Mirrored Eyes,
And obsidian visage,
With metal pounding inside their soul,
The beat goes on,
It'll flow forever,
The rhythm lives strong in us all.

Fists meet the sky,
Destructive our battle cry,
Locked in this eternal battle we fight everyday,
The war called life and its children's legacies.

The snowy fields,
With blood-stained horizons,
The spray of gore as we tear down the walls,
Heroes fall,
And lives are broken,
As steel meets steel we rage on.

Fists meet the sky,
Destructive our battle cry,
Locked in this eternal battle we fight everyday,
The war called life and its children's legacies.