Pro Patria - Hydra Vein
Ankle deep in dirt and blood
The living death I die my love
Metal shells barking guns fighting for foreign mud
Stretch your boundaries to someone's nether shore
Playing with the fire that you call the game of war
Lost in battle fury then when the killing's done
There's another f**king 'cause with some other mother's son
Death comes swift on leathern wings
You know that's all the future brings
Just a pawn in the game of politics
No 'cause no name
Left with nothing but your war torn memories
Fighting not with men but some pseudonym disease
Yours is not to question just to do or die
Eking out existence a shadow of a life
Ahh
Ankle deep in dirt and blood
The living death I die my love
Metal shells barking guns fighting for foreign mud
Stretch your boundaries to someone's nether shore
Playing with the fire that you call the game of war
Lost in battle fury then when the killing's done
There's another f**king 'cause with some other mother's son
