Death is waiting at the horizon There's no winner in this game Devoid of pride or of pity (and) only sorrow and pain remain Can you hear the cries of mothers While blood runs through the streets Can you hear the sounds of sirens That spread anxiety
In this time of rape and murder At this place of lie and crime There are no graves for the dying Playing children killed by mines And the deeds remain unpunished The commandant rides a white horse Yes, I think this is contempt Yes, I think this is war
War AtrocitiesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
