Casualties, all around me,
no life at sight.
Departures, laying silently,
awaiting the death to arrive.
The scenery of blood and dust,
360 degrees around.
Air warfare, which shook the ground,
made all obey and to die.
Falling, crawling!
The men of light, sacrifice!
Bleeding, feeling!
The judgement of their own kind.
Division of 666,
breaks through the lines of christ.
One by one they all fall down,
to kiss the blood soaked ground.