Leaden sky Weeping on our helmets Scattered like fallen leaves Dead bodies all around
The deadly stench of bloodshed The mud we are all caught in Wondering why we are here Why do we have to die for
Bullets Spinning shrapnel Bomb explosions Fill our days
As we're trapped in This inferno Full of landmines There's no escape from...
Death has come In this overture to apocalypse Death has come There is no god above us Death has come In this gruesome battlefield Death has come To take away the cannon fodder now
Call to arms For our mother country Yet our country is deaf When soldiers' mothers cry
What is the point of killing Those who did nothing to us? What is the point of fighting For the plans of someone else?
Leaders Wanted this war Spread the hatred Through the land
They have filled our Guns with ideals That are so false Ignoring that...
Death has come In this overture to apocalypse Death has come There is no god above us Death has come In this senseless, bloody war Death has come We are all cannon fodder
Chlorine gas, Phosgene saturation Fogs of sulfur mustard Harvested the frontline
Here in the woods of Ypres One thing I have realised Dying for a nation's flag Is just dying for a rag
Trenches Barbed wire They have become Our last home
We're all martyrs On the altar Of the blinded All we know is...
Death has come In this overture to apocalypse Death has come There is no god above us Death has come Our names won't be remembered Death has come To take away the cannon fodder Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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