From time bygone, until the end of now  Without conscious, a journey through blood  No compassion, death a consistent reality  March through blood, no end in sight    No mercy left, a nightmare for the affected ones  Mind unconscious, like predators hunger for blood    Soldiers, march towards battle  They invade, when napalm falls like burning rain  Like vultures, from above  The battlefield, covered in blood    When napalm, fills their lungs  A morbid taste, of reality  Their chemical massive attack, to exterminate  A stench of death, that will never disappear    Critical, a word that can not describe  Under clouds of blood, they died