Evening casts a blood red glow
Across the camp, hate's burning in their eyes
Fires, now scorching, smoke haze fills the sky
Wait 'til the battle line's been crossed
Wait for the first stone to be tossed
Father, sits waiting, prepares himself to die
Back home a baby cries
Mother, soothes it for tonight
Wait 'til the battle line's been crossed
Wait for the first stone to be tossed
Battle line, the battle line
Emboldened by their leader's cry
Will fall to dust upon the breath of lies
Now dreaming of a slaughter, killing sons and daughters... tonight
Paranoia twists within their minds
Breeding evil thoughts along both sides
Arms united, beseeched to fight
Battle blades adorn the battle line