Paroles de War

This is War I Lie Wounded on Wintery Ground With Hundred of Corpses around Many Wounded Crawl Helplessly around On the Blood Red Snowy Ground War Cries of the (ha, ha) Suffering Sound Cries for Help to All Their Dead Moms War Many Hours of Music Many Drops of Blood Many Shiverings and Now I Am Dead And Still We Must Never Give up War