I have no fears now for I am already dead.nI try to love you, baby, but you'd never understand...nnA great war broke out in the homelandnThe weak and the poor spilt blood for the rich mannAnd once more there was a terrible trumpetnCalling our souls for their maker to eat themnOoh! We were born to suffernAnd we were born to killnAnd once more there's a terrible trumpetnCalling us...nnBehold the art of murdernBefore the devil's eyesnBeware your soul-retrievernWill come in disguisennBefore I was a killing machine,nNow I can't tame the beastnWith every loved one I have slainnI feel closer to releasenWe are the lost onesnBorn after the firenBut, I hear a voice from the other sidenIt says: The flames are out, but now we know...nSmoke still leads us home