Verse 1Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end
No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend
Running blind through killing fields, bred to kill them all
Victim of what said should be
A servant ’til I fall
HookSoldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty-one, only son
But he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
Do just as we say
Finished here, greetings death
He’s yours to take away
Back to the front
You will do what I say, when I say
Back to the front
You will die when I say, you must die
Back tot he front
You coward
You servant
You blindman
Verse 2Barking of machine-gun fire, does nothing to me now
Sounding of the clock that ticks, get used to it somehow
More a man, more stripes you bare, glory seeker trends
Bodies fill the fields I see
The slaughter never ends
Hook
Verse 3Why, am I dying?
Kill, have no fear
Lie, live off lying
Hell, hell is here
I was born for dying
Verse 4Life planned out before my birth, nothing could I say
Had no chance to see myself, molded day by day
Looking back I realize, nothing I have done
Left to die with my only friend
Alone I clench my gun
Hook
OutroBack to the front
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