On the tv I hear the reports of death.
My heart is pounding & I can hear my own breath.
In my dreams I see the blood on the ground.
People are talking of those who were never found.
The fire is rising fast and hot.
People screaming, they=re caught.
Falling, falling in a big dust cloud,
I=m watching the running and screaming crowd,
Two giant piles of ash lay before the world�s eyes.
Far away people enjoy our broken cries.
At the brink of war we throw up our fists.
We will stop this darkness is our mists.
We will fight, yes we will.
The order now is �KILL!�
