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Marching through the mud, soldiers with boot-clad feet,
They are rapidly descending onto the enemy,
As roaring thunder and lightning strikes the earth,
If the bullet doesn't end your life, there are still ways to die,

Some soldiers poisoned by gun smoke,
Some maimed for life,
As they lost their limbs, they lost their mind,
Will they ever be well again?

As I run through the battlefield, weapon first,
Looking for a chance to attack,
Looking for a chance to come home,
Fear pierces through my veins as shadows move,

Load, aim, fire, and the enemy is if not dead then gone,
And I load my gun and continue my march through the battlefield,

A bullet for peace, a bullet for freedom,
A bullet for my country, a bullet for my family,
And a bullet for my own life,

Taking lives for our own freedom and peace,
As the others must suffer for our wealth,
We do nothing to avoid this immortal killing machine,
The greed that makes money from war does not want a solution,
And so there shall be none,

Raging on and on forever - never abating, subsiding,
Like the ever blue waves of the ocean,
Peace may be rising, only to fall again and again,
And our sacred wars for peace follows, and so it shall,
Until mankind declares war on itself,

Crimson tears falling from the sky, like rain from the Heavens above,
Blood in the water, rippled crimson water,
And soldiers who survived, they are still alive,
Fighting for their side,

No time for mourning over all our dead comrades,
No time for thinking at all, we all have to continue
On our never-ending march on forward,
Side by side with the war machines.

Description
Marching through the mud, soldiers with boot-clad feet,
They are rapidly descending onto the enemy,
As roaring thunder and lightning strikes the earth,
If the bullet doesn't end your life, there are still ways to die,

Some soldiers poisoned by gun smoke,
Some maimed for life,
As they lost their limbs, they lost their mind,
Will they ever be well again?

As I run through the battlefield, weapon first,
Looking for a chance to attack,
Looking for a chance to come home,
Fear pierces through my veins as shadows move,

Load, aim, fire, and the enemy is if not dead then gone,
And I load my gun and continue my march through the battlefield,

A bullet for peace, a bullet for freedom,
A bullet for my country, a bullet for my family,
And a bullet for my own life,

Taking lives for our own freedom and peace,
As the others must suffer for our wealth,
We do nothing to avoid this immortal killing machine,
The greed that makes money from war does not want a solution,
And so there shall be none,

Raging on and on forever - never abating, subsiding,
Like the ever blue waves of the ocean,
Peace may be rising, only to fall again and again,
And our sacred wars for peace follows, and so it shall,
Until mankind declares war on itself,

Crimson tears falling from the sky, like rain from the Heavens above,
Blood in the water, rippled crimson water,
And soldiers who survived, they are still alive,
Fighting for their side,

No time for mourning over all our dead comrades,
No time for thinking at all, we all have to continue
On our never-ending march on forward,
Side by side with the war machines.