Paroles de March

Innocent soldiers march To the obscure hell Tense and scared to death They fight, kill and die They give their innocent blood For empty causes To satisfy madness Of sadistic commanders In front of hell They breathe agony At the side of deads And mutilated on screams The trigger and the "click" The order is to kill Drilling enemy bodies And die with burst skulls Inhuman fight The guilty get away The neckties make war Innocents die in the battle