Mother’s sons lie extinguished In a field named victory Rivers collect blood On a downhill run to peaceful sea Their shells left abandoned And ghost’s left to roam A stench of decay it cast’s You walk alone
On the tree line two men appear Your best friend and enemy too Then call out to warn your own But realize they can’t hear you Your ruminations proceed to fill And crush your head You start to hear them speak The language of the undead
Translucent terror Old tales of horror For a just cause do you fight Unforgiving law and order Offer our sons and daughters An exponent without sight A ruling fist and a slaying sword Unite your fools and protect your shores As your wrathful past has shown
From the crooked cross to the rising sun The blue and gray and Vietnam Wars’ wings ash have flown With day break comes broken lives Laid down with a guilded hand Your chest cut open wide By a stranger yet a hate filled man Once again the rotting piles Shake you to your senses Now family’s loved ones hang from trees And are caught in fences A battlefield moon will test a man There is no sleep the eyes just close A hill is home and the war sun black Kill as many as you can that you don’t know Mother is now weeping at the name on the wall Father’s heart gave out the day they received the callTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
