I walk along this Battlefield
The bodies laying all around me
A spirit of death is calling
Over and over, the blood is falling down
Helpless on my knees
my hands to the sky
and I pray
to get out of this hell
I feel a demonic spell
Let me out of this world
the rotten souls call my name
All weapons failed
This Battlefield is Lucifers bed of roses
And we are his withered roses
Over and over the blood is falling down
And so I’m laying with
hands to the sky
I pray - to get out of this hell
I feel a demonic spell
Let me out of this world
the rotten souls call my name
I pray - to get out of this hell
I feel a demonic spell
Let me out of this world
the rotten souls call
I pray - to get out of this hell
I feel a demonic spell
Let me out of this world
the rotten souls call my name
call my name
call my name