From time bygone, until the end of now 
Without conscious, a journey through blood 
No compassion, death a consistent reality 
March through blood, no end in sight 
No mercy left, a nightmare for the affected ones 
Mind unconscious, like predators hunger for blood 
Soldiers, march towards battle 
They invade, when napalm falls like burning rain 
Like vultures, from above 
The battlefield, covered in blood 
When napalm, fills their lungs 
A morbid taste, of reality 
Their chemical massive attack, to exterminate 
A stench of death, that will never disappear 
Critical, a word that can not describe 
Under clouds of blood, they died