Your face buried in dirt not yours but theirs Just like this war it's not yours but theirs You will be waiting in your ditch when they come Hoping to survive though they told you they win some they lose some Death marches on, death betrays all Death marches on, blood warrior They shot your friends took your mind now you're gone Slowly feeling the blood taking over no need to stay strong Careless painless stainless you will be forever and whenever you need Not knowing wrong from right they win some they lose some Death marches on, death betrays all Death marches on, blood warrior When they come you need to pull the trigger When they come you will be the one to pull the trigger