Soldiers

Soldiers are fighting to destroy the mayhem
They have their country, they have no name
Always sleeping with one eye open
Never knowing if there'll be a tomorrow
Saving lives of others in this life of hell
Finger on the trigger, the rifle is a friend
Burning desires to kill the enemy
Eliminate him before he murders me

Bullet in the chest
My best friend is on the groung
He will never be the same
Blind and half cripple
Bullet in the head
My best friend is dead
I will never be the same
Revenge is on the loose

Soldiers are brothers of each and one of us
We should love them and hold them in our arms
When they are alone they'll pray for the silence
Praying to god that the twilight never ends
All their feelings are numb and dried out
Machines with weapons and hate in their hearts
Night is coming down, it's time for the action
We'll pray for them that there won't be a disaster