Infra Red Combat
BILL LEEB, NOWELL RHYS FULBER
A quiet moment
Fills the air
This toll drum
Of our existence
The faith we lost
In time of fear
Mesmerized by
This resistance
No reason now
For despair
This final message
Of persistence
We pray
We hold
Onto this dream
This evolution
Of persecution
The red in their eyes
Constricts the flow
This frozen ground
Of true conviction
Shadows of men
Move through the earth
This human target
Of extinction
A final shot is
Solemnly heard
Who will get this
Final word
The earth covers
The shattered remains
Life and death
Are really the same
The pain you feel
Is not for real
The moments you spend
Wondering how it
Would end
In a time
In a place
In a state
Of honor and grace
In a breath
In a death
In a sound
You'll be found