Thousands of people are screaming in pain
The dance of the death is now comming our way
It will never stop 'till the last one falls dead
The ground is scorched and it turns into red
Offering prayers will not save your life
We fight wall to wall in our final kinstrife.
And through the massacre, violence, gore
It's rising again - the faceless war.
We have no face,
Our souls are black,
We're waiting for
The time to attack.
Faceless war
You cannot ignore.
The final stand,
We are all condemned to descend in the end.
Faceless war
You will surely fall.
The final stand!
This is the end of your fate. Decimate!
Thousands lay dead on the bloodstained ground
Vultures waiting a feast on the grind
Worthless your soul and your body is dead.
Dance of the death - suicide on command.
Fields overwhelmed with corpses and fire
And only one stands on top of the pyre.
The harvest of lives was gathered for
The faceless man, the ghost of war!
He has no face,
His soul is black
He's waiting for
The time to attack
Faceless war
You cannot ignore.
The final stand,
We are all condemned to descend in the end.
Faceless war
You will surely fall.
The final stand!
This is the end of your fate. Decimate!