------------- VICTIMS OF NO SENSE -----------------
( Music: Yrr, Age, Gala )
( Lyrics: Gala )
1) When the morning comes, and the sun breaks shining,
Mist is rising away
Thousands honoured men with weapons in their hands
are whispering the pray
Bugle calls to start and they're torn apart
from the home they left behind
Must they know the goal of some beastly soul?
Nothing! They are blind...
(Chorus):
The swords crossed once
In a deadly dance
The rules of war
Gave them no way back to the life in peaceful lands
The sky turns red,
Who wore this head
Does, God damn, really matter now?!
This hell is bleeding on and on and never ends.
2) Hatred feeds the war -
It can't be controlled
Born and heated in our minds
Thousands human toys listen to the voice
Calling them to die
Either for defence or the happiness
Promised by religious fans
Not because I'm weak but I'm pretty sick
of such VICTIMS OF NO SENSE
Chorus
3) *медленная часть*
Solo: Age
Slowly falls the night
With its thickening mist to hide
Field of warriors
They're all dead
No groan to hear
No one to fear
Silence is your only friend
Show me now your foe!
What was all it for?
Will they get to Heaven or Hell?
When a new day breaks
Terrible mistakes
Will be made again and again
Solo: Age / Yrr
Chorus