The war is a way of survival The way we have chosen so far By taking the guts of your rival You know that you tear him apart
The life is a moment of fury Death is a personal hell Strength is a weapon to carry You’re loosing your anger to dwell So close is the time of the glory Your blood is starting to boil Awaiting the victory trumpets And smelling the bloodied soil After the battle you are standing alone With no feelings and covered with scars Now you realize what is the meaning Of putting your life on a card By night you’re staying awaken The sleep always passes you since You ‘ve returned from this dreadful expirience Embalmed in visions so grimm The sense of life now is different Its colour has changed to black The light of the days is so distant But nobody noticed its lackTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
