The drops of rust
Raining down over the age of steel
Layers of dust burying
The faded and motionless reels

A distorted view filled with the victims
Of the modern times
These endless roads
All to nowhere
Only smoking ruins in sight

These men of stained soils
Still roaming slowly ahead
In the crossroad of fear
Dwelling in the heart of the brave

Seeking the truth from a boiling heart of the north
And feel the warm
Feel the warm blood
Against the freezing cold