In the war
A gun in my hand
My brother on my shoulders
The pain tears my heart
Running for live
Striving for survive
A gun in my hand
My brother on my shoulders
The pain tears my heart
Running for live
Striving for survive
At the direction of his eyes
Giving no chance for mourn
In the trench
The smell of flesh
Am I getting crazy?
Marching to Death
Multilated Soldiers
They begged to live
Or crave for the death
Releasing the suffering
Running for live
Striving for survive
At the direction of his eyes
Giving no chance for mourn
In the trench
Killing for life
I scream: Open fire
The guns are brazing
Smell of flesh
I'm getting crazy
Marching to Death
Look! The enemy in the trap
Here! Killing is not a sin
Feel! The smell of flesh
Now! The red hides your skin
Reload! Am I the hunter or the hunting?
Prepare! Marching to Death!
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