War is quiet, war is cold. Brother versus brother, a tale as old as the world.
You fight for freedom, you fight for what's right, only losing yourself behind enemy lines.
You come home but remember the night
You night your brothers laid cold in the fight
Accept it or not, you fight to subdue, the demons in your head, clawing, biting, screaming at the truth
War is quiet, war is cold. You become a monster who punishes the world.