There are thousands of people
As far as the eyes can see
You can sense the suffering
As you draw near

Standing 'fore them
You can see the pain in their eyes
It breaks the mind and weighs on the heart

Standing 'fore them
You can see the pain in their eyes
In their eyes

Now we are wading through this sea of souls
The smell of rotten flesh brings me
Brings me to my knees

Now they gather
March on to the grave
With shovels in their hands
With death in their eyes

Longing for a time of peace
Longing just to die
And the heaven's cry

Tears fall like rain from the legions
Of angels weeping in pain
Dig their own grave
[Incomprehensible]

Dig their own graves by choices they made
By choices they made
Dig their own graves by choices they made
Now it's too late, yeah

The bridge has been destroyed

Now we are wading through this sea of souls
The smell of rotten flesh lets me