Steppes

I Haunt The White Plains Of Hell
 And They Speak Not Of Truce
 What Becomes Of The World
 When My Death Is The Truth?
 Justifying Your Orders
 As If Life Was A Lie
 To Be Blessed With Defeat
 Medals For Which One Would Die
 Well I Must Accept
 What Have I Left, Of Hope Bereft?
 The Pain
 Of My Frozen Soul So Far From Home
 Fuck It's Cold
 This War Of Wills Brought Nought But Ills
 Forgotten
 On The Steppes Of War, Forevermore
 Oh How I Desire To Hold You
 My Hands Know But Steel
 And As Blood Turns To Rust
 Means This Nightmare Is Real
 I'd Been Clasping Your Picture
 When Darkness It Came
 Erasing Your Face,
 From My Mind Fled Your Name
 Here I Lie Again
 Broken By Cold Hard Hand Of Fate
 My Warm Fluid Innocence Invades The Ice
 With Unavailing Fervour
 Is My Spirit By Flesh Betrayed
 And In The Wake Of Ruin
 Beckoned The Temple To Abscond
 But What Calibre Of Man Besieged
 Would Submit To Such Ungodly Defeat?
 Nay, Lest The Skies In Hunger Descend
 Bow Shall I Not!
 Raging Against The Great Beast
 Rend The World In Twain
 Divine Total Peace
 Screaming Ghosts Of My Past
 Bless Your Shattered Face
 With The Tears I Shed
 Anointing The Blades Of Revenge
 With The Life I Piss
 In The Face Of Death