Medieval
Caught in the long grass, got separated from his company
Those men he thought were friends turned out to be the enemy
Their uniforms were black not brown, they marched to a different step
But he soon tuned in to their frequency
By shifting up one fret
But the one thing that united them
Was they all had life to give
But it wasn't their intention to serve that way, but to kill so they may live
We are sound, we are sound, we are sound
Set them marching, stop them thinking
Psyche them up with your will
Stir them up with frantic rhythm
Send them out to kill, kill, kill, kill kill
We are sound we are sound we are sound
Back in human form, skin tight uniform, caught upon the barbed wire
Back in human form, skin tight uniform, crucified upon the barbed wire
The wire
We are sound
Medieval
Atrapado en la hierba alta, separado de su compañía
Esos hombres que creía amigos resultaron ser el enemigo
Sus uniformes eran negros no marrones, marchaban al compás de un paso diferente
Pero pronto sintonizó su frecuencia
Al cambiar una cuerda hacia arriba
Pero lo que los unía
Era que todos tenían vida para dar
Pero no era su intención servir de esa manera, sino matar para poder vivir
Somos sonido, somos sonido, somos sonido
Haz que marchen, evita que piensen
Psicólogos con tu voluntad
Excítalos con un ritmo frenético
Envíalos a matar, matar, matar, matar, matar
Somos sonido, somos sonido, somos sonido
De vuelta en forma humana, uniforme ajustado a la piel, atrapado en el alambre de púas
De vuelta en forma humana, uniforme ajustado a la piel, crucificado en el alambre de púas
El alambre
Somos sonido
Escrita por: Gavan Whelan / James / Jim Glennie / Larry Gott / Tim Booth