Vicious Rumors - March Of The Damned lyrics

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[Lyrics: Morgan Thorn, Geoff Thorpe]

Fire in the hole, the wretched smell of death

Maniac on the frontline, and napalm on your breath

Let the bell toll...

Tortured by the visions, the haunting of your dreams

It seems like yesterday, can't you hear the screams?

Heartless soldier, the crimson martyr

Can't atone your own disgrace

Find your own death before dishonor

Sacrifice, your saving grace...

But you've got no rules, no rules to keep you sane

You're a prisoner of pain...

But you've got no rules, no rules to keep you sane

No way to win

Still a prisoner of pain...

Heartless soldier, the crimson martyr

Can't atone your own disgrace

Find your own death before dishonor

Sacrifice, your saving grace...