Again we have this decision to make
Talking of peace seems so hollow and fake as we choose
Do we end this day with words or force?
Obviously, we choose k**ing of course
Now we lay here dead
Our earthly remains unsilent at night and forever cursed
For desire of the war, our souls continue to fight
For chaotic will to k**, our souls gather every night
For the misery we caused, Once again we must suffer
War cry howls through the midnight sky
Once again, we must die
No need to search for enemy
We are our own archnemesis
No need to seek for truth
Nor to believe any prophecies
We are our own archnemesis