Means to an end, that's what we are 
Try to please them, but they don't care 
Punch through the halo of make belief 
Make or break is the root of it all 
Under the pretence of humanity 
We fight for freedom, sovereignty 
Heavy casualties, there's no free will 
Final glory and satisfaction 
Heavy rain of red tears turns my road into seas of sludge, 
We're dancing on a hellish minefield 
Corpses, crawling forwards through the mire 
Playing tricks on my desire 
And you know that we shall all burst into…flames 
Strain on me, on the verge of demise 
Seraph of triumph has abandoned me 
No peace from strangers, hallmark of death 
Launched assault on my confidence 
Batter my way into the fortress of lies 
Determination increasing my skill 
Join me on my notorious campaign 
Feel my power grow within the hour 
(Strangers), creating universal grief, for the foe within us all 
We're grinding to a halt in this hellhole 
Yield, to the forces of the Damned 
Torches for the High Command 
And you know that we shall all burst into…flames 
Come and let me show you the way into my wrecked mind 
You will see my ship on the bottom of the restless sea 
Bodies tear their way through my mind like in a firestorm 
Fear is rising, hope is fading as the whirlwind breaks…loose