Millitary game
Not for truth or fame
Soldiers of death
Wanna steal our breath
They all have to die
Taking away the lives
Of innocent people
Who,maybe didn;t even lie...
Eyes of the enemy
Full of hate,I see his face
Time of destiny
Deliverance from disgrace
The odour of war
Intoxicates their heads
They're like a roaring cals
We're like a cheeping rats
Nobody will
Save us from this
But we ourselves
Can give them the death kiss.