Century of Fire Lyrics

In front of their eyes, obituary was written for once heroic deeds,
With the horror of automatic fire
Grandiose strategies crippled by the hunger of gun
Reaping men in abundant numbers, quickly devoured by fire
Heroic men blinded by aristocratic pride. They could not grasp the hunger of the gun
It's power to dictate against all the virtues to tun former moments of glory into satire of life!
Comrades! We have meeting with the creator
The gamble of life and death where odds are little to none
Comrades! We have meeting with the creator
Where line of fire guides our place, where we crawl in the mud with bloody face
Comrades! how many did you see fall?
As one among those who finally crawl on top of cadaver mountains
...we could see the world with new eyes
...we could hear the world with new ears
It was headless cadaver that spoke to me with oddly familiar language
I knew he was messiah And had message from the creator.