Guns raise to position
The wrath of God held in their breech
Feed the ammunition
Apocalyptic vision, a battle destined to win
Die young
A fire sky opens overhead
Zeros rain showers of lead
Can we make it through another wave
A trigger pull escaping my fate
Guns raise to position
The wrath of God held in their breech
Feed the ammunition
Our thoughts and prayers with their men
Now to the bottom with them
Die young
A fire sky opens overhead
Zeros rain showers of lead
Can we make it through another wave
A trigger pull escaping my fate
Die young
A fire sky opens overhead
Zeros rain showers of lead
Can we make it through another wave
A trigger pull escaping my fate