Intrusion - 1984

There is a war

Growing around my home

I will hold you, I will hold you tight

Men on the walls, taking control of all

I’m a fortress

Cracking from all sides

Build this sword of hate and waste for

Build this sword of hate and waste for

Us Run through the hills

Do not come down until

Ashes are cold, intruders are gone away

Men in the fields searching for new preys

Thieves of the soul hidden in the brightest days

Build this sword of hate and waste for

Build this sword of hate and waste for

Us Build this sword of hate and waste for

Build this sword of hate and waste for

Us