Sitting alone, here in Hell Upon these fields of red Desensitized by machinegun fire A sound we use to dread Why fight them-selves for this useless cause? Send us in instead Fighting for Democracy Fighting 'till the end
Drifting into black obscurity My gun is now my only friend No more sense of false security Always marching 'till the end
In this muddy trench, I fail to see How any of this is fair Feel no pain, shot through the heart But no one seems to care On this field, all I can see Death is everywhere Fighting on these fields of death The gates of Hell are there
Drifting into black obscurity These killing fields I must now fend No more sense of false security The life I once had now is dead
This is the line, not one step back Toy soldiers made to die My worst fears now reality Don't care how hard we cry Too late now I realize Freedom is a lie The blue blanket above us now No longer a sky.