I was born in 1920, son of a poor ploughman My father taught me his dignity, my mother took care of me Until that day, until the day they took me away to fight their bloody war, to fight their fucking war.
Far from home - on machines covered with their blood Close to Death - With fear and pain as comrades
I breath powder in the air I see my friend…as they die. And every day I thank to God For another day that I can see
The smell of death, the smell of hate Rivers of blood, pain consacrated Another day, another death I see, I live, I kill, I breath… The tanks of doom, out of the dark My hands in blood, my soul is marked I have to kill without a shame So far from God…Diablo was my name.
I‘ve no flower on my tomb No one comes to see my stone Lost in a endless field of blood Warmed by the waves
Water, mighty waves, no flowers on my tomb, under the Ocean I sleep, under the Ocean Water be my bride, I’m so cold inside, under the Ocean I dream, under the Ocean
…and I’ll try to erase the pain from this world once again And my spirit ‘s so strong, it won’t fade away Thy Kingdom come…forever.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
