Paroles de No Sign Of Glory

Dying soldiers are spread in the fields They were ready to die for their land And the silent cannons are standing alone The load has been fired to hell A distant cry from their families far They feel that their loved one is lost Is it war for glory, or ride to the grave The puppets are flocked in the powers grinder Marching a last time Into the gates of chaos Scythe of the reaper Ready to cut your heart out Violence and bloodshed Thunder and raging fire No sign of glory Only a reign of bloody death Its only a reign of bloody death The rotten smell of corpses around A statement of what has been done A fight for power and not for the men It's game of breathers who couldn't care less A distant cry from their families far They feel that their loved one is lost Is it war for glory, or ride to the grave The puppets are flocked in the powers grinder Marching a last time Into the gates of chaos Scythe of the reaper Ready to cut your heart out Violence and bloodshed Thunder and raging fire No sign of glory Only a reign of bloody death Crows are roaming the masses of dead They feeding on what has been left of the soldiers Can you see, it was all begun When the war declared fate written in blood