I walk through fire, I feel no pain
Fields of war which fuel my veins
In the end, son, I was once like you

Cut me child, you'll see I bleed
Scars of black which help me see
In the end, son, I was once like you

Life/Birth/Blood/Doom
The hole in the ground is coming round soon
Life/Birth/Blood/Doom
The hole in the ground is coming round, coming round soon

Fields of death, the rotted womb
Hatred, chainsaw, the blessed doom
In the end, son, I was once like you

The ashes that fly, the skin which burns
Kill all you can refuse to learn
In the end, son, I was once like you

Life/Birth/Blood/Doom
The hole in the ground is coming round soon
Life/Birth/Blood/Doom
The hole in the ground is coming round, coming round soon

Life/Birth/Blood/Doom
The hole in the ground is coming round soon
Life/Birth/Blood/Doom
The hole in the ground is coming round soon
Life/Birth/Blood/Doom
The hole in the ground is coming round soon
Life/Birth/Blood/Doom
The hole in the ground is coming round, coming round soon