Killing Fields 歌词

There's no time for thinking and there is no time for resting Cold and hungry stare through the lens You shoot on everything that moves There is no sense in what you see There is no chance for victory This is the land where no one's home Got company, but still alone This is the land where no one dreams Killing fields What can be lost what can be won? Just forwards, you're marching on Killing fields. Forward It's not who's right or wrong It's only who survives This place is old as age itself And it has called for a million lives Some can escape but they'll return Weapons change, but death's the same