Rows and rows of crosses standing in the sand, statues of the fallen watching over the land. The tombs of unknown soldiers lays tilted in decay, another year pa**es on remembrance day. There's a hole in the sky, I've got blood running in my eye. I'm exposed to forged attrition, a battle cry for remission. The smoke filled air burns my hair filled with toxic nerve despair. There's no way to get back another order to attack. Kampfbereit¹ Rows and rows of crosses standing in the sand, statues of the fallen watching over the land. The tombs of unknown soldiers lays tilted in decay, another year pa**es on remembrance day. The unforgiven run at night, aiming with their rifle sights. They give their all when they're called: to save the ma**es, to take the fall. It's sad, but true, it never ends: the constant conflict, without amends. The final struggle from within, will end up with out misery. There's a hole in the sky, I've got blood running in my eye... Kampfbereit