Once more
They are on the front lines
Thirsty for death and blind for pride
No rights, no lives
In the trenches, no survivors

They are ready for the pact
Favoring a tyrant who distorts respect
Don't act, in fact
This is a path with no destination

Will it become a mental death or an eternal death?
Another death filed, thrown into the fire
The last memories were anchored back home

They didn't even realize
They had the same enemy
The same enemy

They are searching for glory
Like slaves of an oratory
In the gory territory
Are you sure this is the right rival?

They are on the warlords' board
Who orchestrate killings and rewards
Ignored, no accords
That's the game that brings reprisals
They have only two fates: Mental death or eternal death

Another death filed, thrown into the fire
The last memories were anchored back home

They didn't even realize
They had the same enemy
The same enemy

Another death filed, thrown into the fire
The last memories were anchored back home

They didn't even realize
They had the same enemy
The same enemy, enemy

The same enemy
The same enemy, enemy