اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
We inhabit bloody trenches,
and watch bodies falling one by one.
While worms drain our blood,
Bullets separate our souls from our bodies.
The battlefield is full
Of dead heroes.
Anonymous corpses everywhere.
The rot smell numb our senses.
High-tech weapons poison our breath.
The falling warriors will feed
Sub-nourished bodies that claim for life.
The worst witchecraft will keep us alive.
Killing to survive,
Surviving to suffer.
A ill-disposed fate will laugh at us.
Dreams lies in disgrace,
The lifes endanger in pain.
The people who put us here,
Already forgot us.
