Letras:10-67 P.D.O.A.. R.I.P.. Fields Of Death.

Time will take its toll if you play its roll.

Answer to the infernal gods and they shall preserve your soul.

Can you hear their screams? Can you see their dreams?

Got a taste for blood. Psychopathic fiends

Black is black, night is day, reborn again, can't you hear them prey?

Torn apart, numb and pain a cause of death: Acid rain.

In combat search and destroy. Looking beyond the fields of death.

Like an eagles eye for you,

I'll find the grave, the space you will fill. In the killing fields of death.

Can you hear their screams? Can you see their dreams?

Got a taste for blood, psychopathic fiends.

Time will take its toll if you play its roll.

Answer to the infernal gods and they shall preserve your soul.

Impatient can't wait to pull the trigger.

Immigration to put it on another.

Frustration time is running slow. Temptation, being the untold

In the killing fields of death.

Black is black, night is day, reborn again, the cause of death: Acid rain

At last another day gone by

The past another tear gone dry