A Fitting End Lyrics

Onward we march,
Into the battle.
The clash of swords ring out as you,
You face the end,
The end of the line,
This is the end,
Of the line

Fighting to survive it's hopeless,
Just let death,
Take you under,
Take you under to the place,
The place where your ancestral roots,
Began!

The stab wound's deep,
Within the chest,
The gasp of air,
The choking on blood.
These are the last,
The last things you'll feel!
You have met a fitting end!

Fighting to survive it's hopeless,
Just let death,
Take you under,
Take you under to the place,
The place where your ancestral roots,
Began!

Ancestral roots began!
Empty voices call out for help,
From the,
Depths of Hell!