Divisions stand at the border prepared for the Eastern trek Operation Barbarossa is launched into full effect The border is crossed, the assault begins
life is total, everything we do is an expression of that, Everything that we write is a love song. * We look for alternatives, But the enormous power
of knowledge Unto no one ye atone Into the fire with your soul Wait for me, dragon We'll meet in the sky By fire and magic I am sworn Hell is calling
waving and tears, we sailed off for Gallipoli And how well I remember that terrible day, how our blood stained the sand and the water And of how in that hell
is baby it don't get better than this We talk and talk and never know what it means It really doesn't matter because nothings ever what is seems All I ever wanted is
youth, but how long will I have to pay? So, some of you were born into happiness and wealth While some of us were born to a life of hell And some of
living hell, which is not true. There's a lot of favors I'm prepared to do You do one for Mama She'll do one for you. l'd be your friend if you let
over Is this the reason why I had to be born ? Fight for my land obey commands Live and die for my own blood Tin medals are made for me Be there when
. as reward, he Wipes our blood from his eyes... And the cross that he would Use for his throne represents Not life but death. is this the way All heroes
Sundays the bulls get so bored When they are asked to show off for us There is the sun, the sand, and the arena There are the bulls ready to bleed for
There's a need of blood for what's been uncovered under the rubble Some of them dug for answers in the mess...but the rest were looking for trouble Makeshift
a need of blood for what's been uncovered under the rubble Some of them dug for answers in the mess...but the rest were looking for trouble Makeshift
Sundays the bulls get so bored When they're asked to show off for us There is the sun, the sand and the arena There are the bulls ready to bleed for
please be reassured, we seek no wider war Ngo Dinh Diem was the puppet who danced for the power The hero of hate who gambled on hell for his hour Father
dust Hell is waiting where the ocean meets the sand Cliffs of burden where the soldiers rushed into a certain death At the shoreline Blood of heroes
pain Through the ring of fire, I am born again Now you live and now you die Across the lake of gorgon's eyes Crimson blood, a hero's quest Atone for
one last time. My failure to attend intensified my parents' resentment for me even more. But from that moment on, nothing seemed to matter, especially that living hell called 'home'. For
time. My failure to attend intensified my parents' resentment for me even more. But from that moment on, nothing seemed to matter, especially that living hell called 'home'. For