At the Gates

Yaaaaah! There are no heroes on the battlefield Only scared men desperate to survive Some hope that they will go back home victorious But marching at the front, they've already died Sand turns red, and skin turns blue A war demands its souls, and now payment is due A soldier's friend is dying in his arms A cold stare on the face of a body still warm No time to mourn, he's forced to march on Leading with footsteps in his brothers blood No way for desertion It's not their fight Praying to fortuna Looking certain death in the eyes Sand turns red, and skin turns blue A war demands its souls, and now payment is due The soldier stumbles through the carnage Countless bodies piling up all around him The haze of blood, gunpowder and scorched flesh Is the only thing he'll smell for the rest of his life No way to turn back He'll die tonight He takes a deep breath And marches right on Now standing face to face With one of them Seeing no difference No monster, it's clear They both lift their guns One of them has to go The trigger is pulled And the world fades to smoke He sees in his face, no hatred, no rage Only sadness and fear Another soul paid To the monster of war The enemy, not the real enemy after all The soldier kneels down to the body And mourns this unknown man like a friend He closes his eyes in acceptance As a bullet pierces through his own head As he rises up from the ground There's no cries, no screams no sound Right before him a light shines bright As it guides him through the gate to the afterlife And the man he calls his enemy no more Now stands with him, side by side Reaching out for his hand, smiling At the gates to their afterlife