War is the symptom,
Not the disease
Spreading death,

Thirst for victories
Bathing in blood,
Swimming through corpses

Their greed is consuming
All your forces


Peace time...
Sons burying their fathers
War time...

Fathers burying their sons

Silent scream of pain

Bullets falling,
Like an acid rain
Pieces of flesh,

Smoke and fire
They are selling death,
You're their buyer


Peace time...
Sons burying their fathers

War time...
Fathers burying their sons


They led you to
The battlefield
Staying behind,

Their purpose is concealed
They tell you to
Fight for justice and peace

You increase their reputation
But you're not born for this


They are your masters...
You are their slave
They take all the credit

While you're falling in graves
Combat boots,
Walking along the minefield

Business suits,
Their lack of care revealed


Silent scream of pain
Bullets falling,
Like an acid rain

Pieces of flesh