I walk through fire, I feel no pain
  Fields of war which fuel my veins
  In the end, son, I was once like you
  Cut me, child, you'll see I bleed
  Scars of black which help me see
  In the end, son, I was once like you
  
  Life, birth, blood, doom
  The hole in the ground is comin' 'round soon
  Life, birth, blood, doom
  The hole in the ground is comin' 'round, comin' 'round soon
  
  Fields of death, the rotted womb
  Hatred, chainsaw, the blessed doom
  In the end, son, I was once like you
  The ashes that fly, the skin which burns
  Kill all you can, refuse to learn
  In the end, son, I was once like you
  
  Life, birth, blood, doom
  The hole in the ground is comin' 'round soon
  Life, birth, blood, doom
  The hole in the ground is comin' 'round, comin' 'round soon
  
  Life, birth, blood, doom
  The hole in the ground is comin' 'round soon
  Life, birth, blood, doom
  The hole in the ground is comin' 'round soon
  Life, birth, blood, doom
  The hole in the ground is comin' 'round soon
  Life, birth, blood, doom
  The hole in the ground is comin' 'round, comin' 'round soon