Born under the fire
They're children from the grey war
Innocents that no one loves
They need help, someone to give them cares
Ah, those are the power rules
Ah, forget their innocence
Why not call it horror?
They won't live their childhood
Instead of games, they've got guns
They'll walk miles and miles
Right to a marked line, where they will die
Black clouds will lift up
The bombs will sound high
Adults, children, a generation all destroyed someday
Rise up now, before they give you an end
Ah, those are the power rules
Ah, forget their innocence
One more shot before the end
Let them go...
Ah, can you change this end?
No, freedom has gone
Why do you do that to them?
No, just let them go
No, give them some love?