With every fading soul you lose a tiny part of your heart

Soon as you're just an empty shell of lifeless skin and bones

(these are) the ashes of you who you have been before

Bastards you deserve your nightmares

Go on the sirens wail for war

Firearm suicide

The ashes of you who you have been before

Mix with the blood you've left behind

With every fading soul you lose a tiny part your heart

Marching forward till the funeral eclipse you've already gone astray

Atonement

Brothers up in arms, arisen from contentions

Blessed by driving force of your gods

Raise your guns for bloodstorm raise your guns

Firearm suicide

Marching forward till the funeral eclipse you've already gone astray

Atonement