Breeding The Edge Of Doom

Disorder in focus
The smell of death
So sweet

Mushroom clouds banish haven
And blow away all doubts

Crimson winds bathe my skin
Proclaiming me the end
My ears fill up with death cries
Proclaiming destruction

I can feel the end
Approaching us now
And I know
That this is our last chance

The twilight zone grows
Blurring the edge
Between good and evil

A last array step over the dead
And march toward its end

Crimson winds bathe my skin
Proclaiming me the end
With every war we wage we’re
Breeding the edge of doom

I can feel the end
Approaching us now
And I know
That this is our last chance

Are you scared to fight
Are you scared to die
Before the world turns
Into night

The end is near
Soon it is over
It is up to us now
To take our fate into
Our own hands