Running through the wind and rain Feel the fever in your veins Killing left and killing right You decide who will survive War is a bitch that’s full of lies But you do not realize Slave is fighting with a slave And only consequence is grave
Gear of wargame has set order Who will live and who will die
You’re not a sinner and you’re not a saint Now you’re the hunter but later you pray You’ re just a soldier you don’t want to hate But you’re just a slave of your fate
Have you ever asked yourself Asked what you are fighting for Your hands sunk into blood Now you know that it’s called war Now you wait for the next attack To get a bullet and lay back It will never strike the sail Weapons will never be vailed