All senses under attack
Oblivion, penultimate
Anticipation fills your soul
At the limit beyond control
The last advance, one final chance
It now shall be no guts, no glory
Retaliation, sequentially inclined
No guts, no glory, you decide
The last advance, one final chance
It now shall be no guts, no glory
Swallow no pride, strength from inside
Still driving on, second to none
The last advance, one final chance
It now shall be no guts, no glory
The last advance, one final chance
It now shall be no guts, no glory