Eighteen years , my time has come
My fatherland calls me to the patriotic service
Coercive methods applied
No reason is worthy , for these musclehead's flock
Officials're screaming , youngmen're punished
Who can be proud?
Chorusx2
Militia , Honour , Fascist Control!
The arny grows up to mantain the peace
A peace that4s built with bloody corpse piles
Two years are wasted , with rigid discipline
a btrainwash by the force , systematically made
erase my thoughts
Chorusx2
-BURIED LOVE
L and M : C.C. and I.L.
The tranquility I always loved
I find again in you
The aroma I always loved
Is now lost among funeral flowers
The sweet pain I can't resist
The past I can't bury with you
An obsession of possessing you forever
In strange ways invades my twisted thoughts
For hours staring at your tomb
Bizarre images appears . now
Remembrances of your beauty
Uncontrolled desire moves my hands
Digging hysterically in the ground that's consuming you now
Through your cold flesh I try to find your lost soul
Oh sweet love , my buried and little love
Death wasn't enough to make my feelings die
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