Rows and rows of crosses
standing in the sand,
statues of the fallen
watching over the land.
The tombs of unknown soldiers
lays tilted in decay,
another year pa**es
on remembrance day.
There's a hole in the sky,
I've got blood running in my eye.
I'm exposed to forged attrition,
a battle cry for remission.
The smoke filled air burns my hair
filled with toxic nerve despair.
There's no way to get back
another order to attack.
Kampfbereit¹
Rows and rows of crosses
standing in the sand,
statues of the fallen
watching over the land.
The tombs of unknown soldiers
lays tilted in decay,
another year pa**es
on remembrance day.
The unforgiven run at night,
aiming with their rifle sights.
They give their all when they're called:
to save the ma**es, to take the fall.
It's sad, but true, it never ends:
the constant conflict, without amends.
The final struggle from within,
will end up with out misery.
There's a hole in the sky,
I've got blood running in my eye...
Kampfbereit