'Til the end has come,
And I'm still living in these trenches, the battle still rages in my mind,
So many will be left behind to face a world of darkness, where there'll be no peace of mind.
I can see the faces, visions of the damned,
Their pleading hearts are crying out without a second chance,
Will you be killed by Satan's lies, thinking that you're smarter?
For Hell no one dies a martyr.
Still on we go, and we're pressing even harder,
We'll not stop until the end has come,
To spread the word of righteousness that penetrates the darkness and sets free the hearts of all men.
We can only try so hard to keep you from the burn,
Time for you to make a choice - which god will you prefer?
Will you be killed by Satan's lies, thinking that you're smarter?
For Hell no one dies a martyr.
War torn heroes, (heroes)
War torn heroes, (war torn heroes)
War torn heroes, (war torn heroes)
War torn heroes. (heroes)
Some say that we're heroes, but that's a shallow fame,
And with the glory comes the shame,
'Cause if you're not there with me there'll be no one else to blame,
So when I give account, tell me, will I...will I use your name?
