With every fading soul you lose a tiny part of your heart Soon as you're just an empty shell of lifeless skin and bones (these are) the ashes of you who you have been before Bastards you deserve your nightmares Go on the sirens wail for war Firearm suicide The ashes of you who you have been before Mix with the blood you've left behind With every fading soul you lose a tiny part your heart Marching forward till the funeral eclipse you've already gone astray Atonement Brothers up in arms, arisen from contentions Blessed by driving force of your gods Raise your guns for bloodstorm raise your guns Firearm suicide Marching forward till the funeral eclipse you've already gone astray Atonement