Battle Front (Fragmento)

Mucha presión y mucho trabajo. Un campo de Batalla. Una canción y una letra en construcción.


Battle Front (Fragmento)

Hear the sound of marching drums
Gaze upon the darkest skies tonight
And feel the pain of open wounds.

And we march…
Mach over this battlefield…
March over our broken dreams…

The voices keep screaming loud
The blood keeps running fast
Death will come at last.

Open faces, guts spread around
We cry a final pray for a lost god
And we think about everything we lost.

War!

(Continuará)
Dash2008