From hearing:
“What young people need is a good war!”
“That they know how to defend their land! »
Here we are this time, heading for the butchery
I never thought I would have so much contempt
For leaders sending us to close our lives
Going to the front , my pants are already gone? more background
My companion: “scariness” imposes itself without declaration
Survival as the only reason
I am seriously stuck on the idea of u200bu200bkilling
Damn, I don't have the soul of a warrior
Strength – and honor for the horror
Let go – the pomp of the superior
Forge – your stupidity as value
Coward – becomes a hero without flavor
Buried, stunned, in the middle of conflict, this time I am there
The screams, the noises, men destroyed
Disembarking, we have indeed arrived? on D-Day
Fear mixed in the looks of others
A littered floor? of agony, litter? blood, debris
I am overwhelmed, paralyzed, stunned
Strength – and honor for the horror
Coward – the pomp of the superior
Forge – your stupidity as therapy
Becomes a tasteless hero
Forge – your stupidity as therapy
With each vision, everything is atrocious, everything is horror
The guys in my unit? are filled with fears
All disordered, we get injured, dismembered, killed
No one keeps their positions, “evacuate!” »
Strength – and honor for horror
Let go – the pomp of the superior
Forge – your stupidity as therapy
Become a hero without flavor
Forge – your stupidity as therapy
Become a tasteless hero
Crawl like a larva without waiting
Smell the smell of powder and limbs
Guard, this taste of blood and ashes
It is impossible to surrender