Darkness will rise
As daylight dies
Above the fields of horror
Inside we’ve died
A hundred times
And we are still here breathing
In trenches built
Of fear and guilt
The days have lost their names
Under the clouds
Of chlorine gas
Extinction just draws nearer
Their hollow praise
The storm front’s chase
We are the walking ghosts
Never come home
With faith alone
We have been left to die
The air is cold
Our breath we hold
Inside we drown alone
Become our fear
When daylight’s clear
We see all that we’ve done