Bloody legs and bloody hands
Bloody necks and bloody heads
A smell of sulphur lays over me
A smell of mould also too
What I see
I know it's true
A battlefield
Strewed with dead bodies
Awful sight
Please give me peace
Deliver me from evil's work
Is it a dream or is it real
Is it illusion or reality
I'm a man
Not an armed murderer
I must leave this state of terror
I must run far
Far away
Please hear my call
I must leave now
I tell no lies that's not a joke
Back from the war
Lay down to the ground
Back from the war
Lay down to the grount
