In the heat of battle…what am I to say?
Those eyes forever haunting during night or day
Will follow me to death, carved into my soul.
Those eyes, those eyes, those eyes; what hope? What hope?

Those eyes scream the anguish of a fallen crowd,
They utter no words, but I can hear them loud,
As the roar of thousands, liquefied in smoke,
Those eyes, those eyes, those eyes; what hope? What hope?

Those eyes plead for mercy the bearer knows won’t come;
They lie in their hollows and count up the sum
Of the tears they shed at the dawn of war.
Those eyes, those eyes, those eyes; what hope? What hope?

Those eyes speak the knowledge of a myriad unrest,
Where the crimes of evil fall on the bloody breast
Of the corpse of shadows, full with Satan’s soul.
Those eyes, those eyes, those eyes; what hope? What hope?