Brave be your force
Brace be your courace
Alway a stone on your hand
Ready to attack
Where's your family?
Fight alone for your survival
He says he's got no time to come back
He says he's got no time to die
But how about your family?
Now it's 6:00 P.M.
You bow your head to your enemy
No, your time hasn't come around, yet
Your head won't be cut away
Fear the taste of war a little more
Fear the taste or disillusion a little more
One a struggle where luck prevails
By this time, your family forgets you
The tired man you are then
Hands your gun in
The resting time is on again
Somethings, a deeps sleep for the weary
May last over eternity
A bittter taste has filled your senses
A dream turned into landsliding
Where victory prevails to the apponent
To the enemy of a sick mind
Die now, warrior, in the name of your
country
Your trophy will be laid along the halls
of forgotten sons
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