(c) 2002 Sergey 'Jin' Bostandzhyan Digging the trenches we were digging our graves Thoughts of great heroes made us feel safe We were immortal and famous for years But we were wrong, it ended in tears I should have died before To not see this horror What are we fighting for? Whom do we follow? Death raising its' scythe Is the only friend It will set me free Gently take my hand Lead me all the way To a sweet demise Take me through the days Through the remnant of my life So many lives laid to waste Perspectives erased Whine of the bullets Is setting the pace A million ways Decision awaits If death is the finish line Then life is a race Another day, again we try To push the enemy aside Our lives willing to sacrifice No time for beeing sorry Another field, another fight All rules of war have been applied We fought together and we died Remember days of glory Take me home To a silent grave May rest my soul In freedom and in peace Sitting alone I wake through the night Flashes of pain burnt into my mind Honor the fallen, remember my friends When death reunites, my solitude will end Veteran Veteran Veteran Veteran