Means to an end, that's what we are Try to please them, but they don't care Punch through the halo of make belief Make or break is the root of it all Under the pretence of humanity We fight for freedom, sovereignty Heavy casualties, there's no free will Final glory and satisfaction Heavy rain of red tears turns my road into seas of sludge, We're dancing on a hellish minefield Corpses, crawling forwards through the mire Playing tricks on my desire And you know that we shall all burst into flames Strain on me, on the verge of demise Seraph of triumph has abandoned me No peace from strangers, hallmark of death Launched assault on my confidence Batter my way into the fortress of lies Determination increasing my skill Join me on my notorious campaign Feel my power grow within the hour (Strangers), creating universal grief, for the foe within us all We're grinding to a halt in this hellhole Yield, to the forces of the Damned Torches for the High Command And you know that we shall all burst into flames Come and let me show you the way into my wrecked mind You will see my ship on the bottom of the restless sea Bodies tear their way through my mind like in a firestorm Fear is rising, hope is fading as the whirlwind breaks loose