All by myself under the scorching sun looking around, hoping the hate is gone Waiting... as for the magic trick to be revealed: you see, it's high noon at the battlefield - and not a soul around - another high noon at the battlefield
Touching the ground, feeling the pain below... How did it end there? Wish you'll never know Guarded by this soil as if it was a shield: you see, it's high noon at the battlefield - I left my fear behind - a peaceful high noon...
But not so long ago the wind was strong and freezing cold while blood was running down that hill A war like this - you mark my words - can not be put on hold: we'll keep on welding our steel Do you believe that horrors from our distant past will ever make us change our mind? No way! Forget the fallen ones - we're in to have a blast, so all in all we're doing fine.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
