Текст песни The Unquiet Zone

They seek us in this unquiet zone they chase us on from hole to hole They hunt us down like carrion crows they search us out like frightened moles This surely is a dreadful war An awful waste of guts and gore An awful waste of human life This senseless, bloody, bitter strife We huddled close against the ground scared to make the slightest sound And all around the great guns boom The constant march of pending doom