On the borderline
Perfect battlefield
Shooting echoes
And bullets coming from everywhere

On the ground
The blood that drops
From your face
Pray and die
Fighting the enemy
Behind the lines

Cover your face
Bring the gun

Are you convinced that this war
Will come to an end?
It kills like plague at each shot
Flesh and bones falling down

I pray to survive
To succumb the chaos of this war
I have to resist to come back home
And embrace again my wife and son

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