Letra de March

You are the chattle of war Being led to slaughter First step to genocide Belief of lies Speak or don't speak your mind You will die All around you your people die Piles of bodies ten feet high Bones dressed in flesh Blood of the dead More bodies than you can count Thousands in the ground Hear the wails and the shrieks Seperated families Huddled in the cold Outgunned no defense See your family march March to death, March to death March, March, March to death