History Has Its Scars

For aeon's of misery and human ages of lies

Grievance had strike that night not for the first of yet for the last time

And the eerie sound filled the air that night

You know the sound of bomber's soaring across the jetblack sky

Far in the dead cold Horizon's with the rusty moon above

Watching the sleeping cities on that dismal autumn night

All those year's waited for something that never came

Only smell of rotting bodies and thosand gun's blazing high

Deadligth's in the streets and the graveyard of leonely yeard's

Only warmth in the smoky ruins...

Rolling thnunder of the steelwinged enemy still echoes

And the winds keep singing that eerie sound...

Let it come... the order of a new time

And the all know that frontlines are not forsaken

Awake from you slumber and bless your grief

The hunt for murder of humanity has begun... centuries ago foreseen

And they all smell in the air that night

Out in the street's in the sparkling fire of death from the sky

In the bullet spitting predators... cold blooded hunters

With arm's wide open living hell embraced their eyes...

And by the tide of dawn when the bombers still blasted wild

Apathy came as a friend... to give it's firstborn child

For a moment it was quiet, until it begun again...

The beast of war was awaken from it's restless sleep... from beyond the scars of time

For the uears of sorrow and hours of pain

Was ever closer with masterplan of immortal crimes

Ther was no peace, here's no love and there wont be understanding

Legions of doom and panzer divisions will have their way tonight

And when the silence dressed the silent

The grass was still warm of blood

Some laid dead by weapons and the other's too shorked to breathe

But all of them quiet... captured by grief

So who will wash the blood from you eyes?

In the flesh and horror these tragedies must be done

On that cold autumn night... when thousand souls will cry

Fell human creations... all them one by one...

And the eerie sound of bimbers fill's the air tonight

Rolling thnuder of the steelwinged enemy and thousand guns blzaing high... still echoes