Warsong
I look through the window,
and I see a tank.
The Fog is over the ground,
and the smoke layes on the air.
War, war, war at me.
The time is come,
the life is over.
The sky is dark,
and i sing my
WARSONG
I see people without a leg,
without their arms.
Blood is on their gloves
And in their face.
War, war, war at me.
The time ...
But now the war is over.
I stand here on the street.
The smoke layes on the air.
and the sky is Blood red.
War, war, war at me.
The Time ...