From the trenches screams of pain echo in the air I can feel the steps from troops marching over my head I keep my nose out of the mud, I can smell the blood Just a peon torn apart on someone's game of chess The stench of gas fills my nostrils and pollutes my lungs Cold winds come down from the hills; I feel it in my bones An endless nightmare, my agony is all there's left. Who will survive this mess? Will I be the chosen one?
From the bullet wounds My blood flows through My life's drained with it; this is war!
The end is coming close for me; I know death's drawing near Soon the pain and suffering all shall disappear I gather strength and I stand tall, I pick my double-barrel I'll die, but I'll take all I can straight with me to hell
My time has come I feel life fading But I'll take you with me; this is war
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From the bullet wounds My blood flows through My life's drained with it; this is war!
My time has come I feel life fading But I'll take you with me; this is warTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
