I heard the news down there in my foxhole Something hurt me deep inside forever I wonder if the dead can now walk free Will the suffer disappear like nothing
The smoke of burning cities is on the skies The radio is playing music for the people Graveyards for the heroes are so cheap In the stations, flags don't move forever
The war is over. is over The war is over. is over Brother, the war is over. is over Brother, the war is over. is over Brother, the war is over
The final wind of thousand dead is raging against the liers We are proud, we are loud but the end is coming higher There's no escape and there is pain and nothing can stop my crying I'm no one, an infantry man, a piece in the desire