Apocolypse comes and angels fall
Death of soldiers and battlecalls
A maze is put between you and I
Monsters rise to claim the sky
Under the pressure of staying alive
New rules created, old ones forgotten
Death strikes through, it's stench so rotten
Each fatality reminds me so well
Rich called war, it's the poor who fell
Highways split between Heaven and Hell
Incompetent people in a war of lies
Love will stay in the trenches forever
Love will dig my grave tonight
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