Hear the blowing of the canyons
And the screams of a soldier " Die! "
Murderers from the opposite
And the only reward is eternal peace
Watch your family being tortured
By enemy's hand
And fury controls your actions and mind
Like a survivor of something you don't understand
Just because some dumb reasons
We're like puppets being handled by a kid.
Look at the battle field, bathed in rivers of blood
Look at the dead flowers and trees
Which are the owners of our dying world!
