The armies they keep marching
Towards their deadly goal
I'm standing in their rows
To hell is where I'm going to
Killing for religious reasons
Countless Soldiers falling
And are rotting helplessly
Awaiting the enemies charge
To look a soldier in his eyes
And put his life to an end
Hit by a machine gun burst
The only thing, that is left
Is the gun's so deadly sound
The last thing before I die
A soldier standing over me
His gun is pointing at my head
And so he'll release me from my pain.... More from L'âme Immortelle