Sitting waiting in the falling rain. Getting ready to begin again. Wounded lying crying bodies moving and dying. All around there is the smell of death and fire. Here the planes are coming. Hear the soldiers running. Killing on a scale to comprehend. Why are we here. In this place...here to kill. Please God forgive us. For what we have done. I always thought I was doing right. As of now I'm not feeling so sure. I'm at a place of where. I give no grace. I'm a soldier of war. I sit waiting for my darkest hour to come. I cannot think about the things. That I have done. It shouldn't take a fool to see that I believe. Accept the consequence repent for what I've done. You tell me what is certain but I'll tell you what is true. You tell me what is honesty when all around is death and cruelty. The making of a man is fire not giving into our desires. Within the truth it lies within the only thing. Mother of Mercy. Angel of death desire. Mother of mercy. Taking my last breath of fire. Mother of mercy. Angel of pain. Mother of mercy. Taking my last breath. Some say you are a lost cause some say you're a saint. Just being here's an act of suffering and restraint. Walk down the long dark road to ruin and panic not. I'll die a lonely death of. That I'm certain of. Rivers flow with blood there's nowhere left to hide. It's hard to comprehend there's anyone left alive. Sick of all the killing and the reek of death. Will god tell me what religion is to man. I don't hold with bad religion understand what's underneath it. Now I come to think of it I just don't hold at all you know it. You say you are a holy man but what is it you do. From where I stand is nothing but a hollow man I see. Mother of Mercy. Angel of death desire. Mother of mercy. Taking my last breath of fire. Mother of mercy. Angel of pain. Mother of mercy. Taking my last breath. Mother of Mercy. Angel of death desire. Mother of mercy. Taking my last breath of fire. Mother of mercy. Angel of pain. Mother of mercy. Drawing my last breath. I'm just a lonely soldier fighting in a bloody hopeless war. Don't know what I'm fighting who it is or what I'm fighting for. Thought it was for money make my fortune now I'm not so sure. Seem to just have lost my way. Crédito: Hellequin