Текст песни
Bodies running out to be shot,
Mutilated corpses and live bait,
Burning in the blood-red fire
Of military violence
Hope and faith are the patrons of the soldier's soul
Called up without asking, sent to kill them all
Mutilated bodies, amputated limbs
Lacerated wounds and stumps spill bloody, eerie streams
They forgot about permissions and they forgot the law
One day we will line them up in a treacherous row
But the war will not forgive you. It will affect us all:
Torn off arms, torn off legs and mutilated soul
Raining dirt, bullet storm
Who's the deadliest of them all?
Broken legs, trench is shelled
If there is heaven, then this is hell
Non-sterile conditions, severed survival
Damnation consumes and the surroundings are vile
Weeping will sway until death rules the day
Children of war will see a world of gray
Tormented souls creep to the frontlines
A howitzer shell struck down the squad
Their septic flesh needs amputation
Horrors of war are the thorny road
And there will be no end
If you don't fight to the death
Desertion is despised,
So fight till the end
Bodies running out to be shot,
Mutilated corpses and live bait,
Burning in the blood-red fire
Of military violence
Raining dirt, bullet storm
Who's the deadliest of them all?
Broken legs, trench is shelled
If there is heaven, then this is hell
