Paroles de Battlefield

Through the mist and gun smoke A tank moves left to right Driven by a faceless man It fires into the night Through the drifting mist of time Millions march the land Chanting songs of victory Tattered banners high Down fall the lines of men Bombs and bullets kill again Voices scream with grief and pain On battlefield stake your claim Far away behind the lines The general plans attack Battlefield military precision now Direct death from afar Hero runs to save his friend Shell burst makes him dive Blood filled craters all around Take the urge to fight The battlefield is silent now Bodies everywhere Nothing remains of the hero But a cross on a mass grave Through the drifting mist of time Spectres march the land Chanting songs of misery Voice in no mans land