The journey was tiring

The winds were our sole nourishment

We quenched our thirst with the dew

We crossed the barren lands

Looking for what shan't be found

This is the story of a lost squadron

Searching for the source

To mend it's chaotic destiny

We're like dead flowers

Even before the first buds appear

Our senses only grasp

The unattainable shadow of our spirit

We walk backwards,

Towards the beginning of nothingness

Straight core

We need a breath all the time

Strength blood

Concrete seclusion is still alive

Our weapons challenge the strength of our enemies

And our enemies' weapons challenge our own

Violence mowed down our fellow countrymen

And the souls of the dead come back to torture the living

Straight core

We need a breath all the time

Strength blood

Concrete seclusion is still alive

Our mistake can't be measured anymore

We have spread terror far and wide

And the clouds of smoke springing out of the battered earth