Night's coming down
The snow is all around
Slowly turning red
They all are hellbound
Alone in the dark
Ready for a silent terror
You make them fear
the invisible objector
This is the war you created
Are you sure it's one that you wanted?
This is your hell and we made it
Be certain you will not escape from it
White striker in a tree
Is waiting, you can't flee
His bullet takes you down
Before you'll make a sound
The man without a face
Against the rolling war machinery
Pulls the trigger
Sending death through the enemy
Snowfall hides the deadly force
It's too late to turn the course
Though the blizzards of freezing hell
They hear the judgement bell
