Smoke rises high above the shattered ground

The echoes of our guns the only sound

The crimson sky reflects the burning earth

Our souls are weighed against their mortal worth

We are the darkness embodied

The artists of war

We are the darkness embodied

We are the artists of war

These fields once green now turned to ash and bone

A wasteland where the seeds of hate are sown

In trenches deep we hide from wrathful skies

While ghosts of fallen brothers close their eyes

If war is not impossible, every advance in scientific technique means an advance in mass murder and is therefore undesirable

A distant horn announces dawn's return

We march ahead while silent fires burn

The cost of freedom is etched upon our hands

We cross the ruins of forgotten lands

We are the darkness embodied

The artists of war

We are the darkness embodied

We are the artists of war

We are the darkness embodied

The artists of war

We are the darkness embodied

We are the artists of war