Paroles de Retribution

the smell of ether an orange flare
confined submission fills the air
hope and glory unreachable now
nervous glances collide somehow
plasma fluid quites the thurst
a dead calm rises wo will be first ?
[Chrous]
a fading signal of distress
counting the wounded
no time to rest
a final prayer
this ship`s going down
faces lie forward
hand are all bound
burned with gas the mask goes on
subversive warfare no right from wrong
stepping forward into the unknown
stepping forward restricted zone
frozen water reflecting the light
setting the enemy in our sights