Retribution - Front Line Assembly

The smell of ether

An orange flare

Confined submission

Fills the air

A fading signal of distress

Counting the wounded

No time time to rest

A final prayer

This ship’s going down

Faces lie forward

Hands are all bound

Hope and glory

Unreachable now

Nervous glances

Collide somwhow

Plasma fluid

Quiets the thirst

A dead calm rises

Who will be first

Burned with gas

The mask goes on

Subversive warfare

No right from wrong

St epping forward

Into the unknown

Stepping forward