Young men shipped out to the far east
Their civil virgin is soon to be lost
Replaced by a fighting beast
In the midst of the battle
The sickening stench of human bloodshed
Fills the air of a once distant paradise
Tortured minds,lost sainty
Tuned into surviving modus
Endless cascades of hells` flames
Licks the young soldiers`life thread
Is there an end to all the madness?
Can he ever be a loving man again?
Followed by the shadows of dead comrades
He returns to his family and loved ones
Like any man,he seeks back to his battlefield again
The war devil has got his clammy hand around his throat
Until his dying day,the war will continue
Will he ever reach nirvana again?
He may never experience that moment again,
when inner peace sett the standard of comfort
And the saddest part....someone just made a pail of money out of that war