For aeon's of misery and human ages of lies Grievance had strike that night not for the first of yet for the last time And the eerie sound filled the air that night You know the sound of bomber's soaring across the jetblack sky Far in the dead cold Horizon's with the rusty moon above Watching the sleeping cities on that dismal autumn night All those year's waited for something that never came Only smell of rotting bodies and thosand gun's blazing high Deadligth's in the streets and the graveyard of leonely yeard's Only warmth in the smoky ruins... Rolling thnunder of the steelwinged enemy still echoes And the winds keep singing that eerie sound... Let it come... the order of a new time And the all know that frontlines are not forsaken Awake from you slumber and bless your grief The hunt for murder of humanity has begun... centuries ago foreseen And they all smell in the air that night Out in the street's in the sparkling fire of d**h from the sky In the bullet spitting predators... cold blooded hunters With arm's wide open living hell embraced their eyes... And by the tide of dawn when the bombers still blasted wild Apathy came as a friend... to give it's firstborn child For a moment it was quiet, until it begun again... The beast of war was awaken from it's restless sleep... from beyond the scars of time For the uears of sorrow and hours of pain Was ever closer with masterplan of immortal crimes Ther was no peace, here's no love and there wont be understanding Legions of doom and panzer divisions will have their way tonight And when the silence dressed the silent The gra** was still warm of blood Some laid dead by weapons and the other's too shorked to breathe But all of them quiet... captured by grief So who will wash the blood from you eyes? In the flesh and horror these tragedies must be done On that cold autumn night... when thousand souls will cry Fell human creations... all them one by one... And the eerie sound of bimbers fill's the air tonight Rolling thnuder of the steelwinged enemy and thousand guns blzaing high... still echoes