Letra da Música Day Of Days de Ludhiam

Conflictive thoughts inside my head
A somber symphony is now performed
These planes, the instruments of death
We're running out of time, the day of days has come

Either for glory or for pride
I guide these men to their uncertain fate
And then I see the fear inside their eyes
I stare into them as life fades away

Whether I'm wrong or if I'm right
Is it all worth, does it make sense?
Made not to fear, made not to choose
Just kill them all, don't hesitate

The bullets flying in the air
The acrid fumes arise and block my thoughts
What am I doing in this place?
Among these dying victims, too late to ask

Either for glory or for pride
I guide these men to their uncertain fate
And then I see the fear inside their eyes
I stare into them as life fades away

Whether I'm wrong or if I'm right
Is it all worth, does it make sense?
Made not to fear, made not to choose
Just kill them all, don't hesitate

“that night I thanked god
For seeing me through that day of days
And prayed I would make it through d plus one
And if somehow I managed to get home again
I promised god, and myself
That I would find a quiet piece of land someplace
And spend rest of my life in peace.”