7 acessos
Dead humans everywhere
Fields and streets full of blood
Enemies from all directions
Are fighting against us
Friends are dieing beside us
But we have the will to live
We realize the sickness of war
We know the sickness of hate
We realize the sickness of war
We know the sickness of hate
Come of fight
Sickness of war
Sickness of hate
Oodles of blood must be shed
To defeat our enemies.
Sickness of war
Sickness of hate
Sickness of war
Sickness of hate
Dieing
Fighting