I´m crawling through the dust
recalling whole my past
a million years and men
familiar and foreign
the symptom of your fear
that whisper next your ear
a devil you can´t see
nightmares come true in me
dead bodies on my way
my story means decay
each second I must bear
is suffer and despair
the bullets in my chest
the war crimes I confessed
the sting each time I die
the victims I heard cry
the terror in the field
the child that kneeled beside
the mother till she died
the horrors that revealed
the truth behind all lies
survival has a price
and there´s no right or wrong
when death marches along
so if you wish for hell
or feel a bit expelled
just try and speak my name
eternal one called pain.