------------- VICTIMS OF NO SENSE -----------------
( Music: Yrr, Age, Gala ) ( Lyrics: Gala )
1) When the morning comes, and the sun breaks shining, Mist is rising away Thousands honoured men with weapons in their hands are whispering the pray Bugle calls to start and they're torn apart from the home they left behind Must they know the goal of some beastly soul? Nothing! They are blind...
(Chorus): The swords crossed once In a deadly dance The rules of war Gave them no way back to the life in peaceful lands The sky turns red, Who wore this head Does, God damn, really matter now?! This hell is bleeding on and on and never ends.
2) Hatred feeds the war - It can't be controlled Born and heated in our minds Thousands human toys listen to the voice Calling them to die
Either for defence or the happiness Promised by religious fans Not because I'm weak but I'm pretty sick of such VICTIMS OF NO SENSE
Chorus
3) *медленная часть*
Solo: Age
Slowly falls the night With its thickening mist to hide Field of warriors They're all dead No groan to hear No one to fear Silence is your only friend Show me now your foe! What was all it for? Will they get to Heaven or Hell? When a new day breaks Terrible mistakes Will be made again and again