Tekster: Bolt Thrower. For Victory. Armageddon Bound.

On the edge
Spirit begins to break
Chances unsure
Not much more you can take

Weakness grows
Nerves start to crack
Far from safe
There is no turning back

A fine line
Between victory and defeat
At the midpoint
Uncertainty complete

Confusion prevails
Unsure which way to move
Holding no hope
There is nothing more, nothing more to prove

Trying to discover what is right
And what is wrong
Judged by false criteria
Ideals strong

Misfortune predictable
Lessons learnt before
Decisions now justified
Perpetuate this war

This battlefield wide open
No territory gained
Within this wasteland
Humanity constrained

Here in no mans land
No mercy can be found
Delirious perspective
Armageddon bound