Tell me the number of people you will Tell me the number of kids in ecstasy over steel. You are dreaming to come home hero But home to go to hell. Your eyes are empty, and only fire that you fell. You are in homeliness. You are a war son, war is you Ready to start the game against people like you.
United soldiers of the And you will say this worlds word United of the world And you will say this last word
When you peacefully look at your family the happy faces during your holiday life It comes to you those times have gone And can be done. can be done!
Dying father asked to fuck that war off, Crying cuddled you seeing you off, Brother didnt care as he the same direction to death, With the difference that his was dope.
And those who laughed at each were both. But now both are dying one in a den a worm, The other like in a trench, trench, trench. And you, brothers, are the same photo
You are a war son, war is you You are a war son, war is you You are a war son, war is you You are a war son, war is you You are a war son, war is you Ready to start the game against people like you.
United of the world And you say this worlds last word United soldiers of the And you will say this last word
When you peacefully look at your photo With the happy faces during holiday life It comes to you that those times gone And can be done. can be done!