She said it was its time to die

So he pulled the gun and shot it in the head

He did not blink, no tears were in his eyes

Cold as stone

Mad as a hatter

No feelings in his bones

He has seen a lot of splatter

In the trenches nothing matters

Aggressive granates and fires

Always follow the orders and patternes

Not your own Desire

It never crossed his mind

That he was left blind

In all my dreams before my helpless sight

Eternal misery, we die in vain

An image of her got me through the night

Now sips of brandy get me through the rain

An endless stream of blood flows out my ear

My former legs I can no longer feel

Unending drops of bombs I barely hear

Conditions in the trenches aren’t ideal

A - The war is sick and hard

B - My brother found a goat

A - The soldier was a retard

B - So no one would give him a coat

C - This freezing young retarded soldier

D - was in love with a beautiful woman of nature

C - But as the war was only getting colder

D - his heart longed for a brighter future

E - One day the retard was killedF - and his body left in the woodsE - the woman would never be filledF - with love, babies and changing moodsG - this guy was really a boy

A - The war is sick and hard

B - My brother found a goat

A - The soldier was a retard

B - So no one would give him a coat

C - This freezing young retarded soldier

D - was in love with a beautiful woman of nature

C - But as the war was only getting colder

D - his heart longed for a brighter future

E - One day the retard was killedF - and his body left in the woodsE - the woman would never be filledF - with love, babies and changing moodsG - this guy was really a boy

The autumn comes and all the leaves are dressing up in red

At home the wifes paint the city red with their broken hearts

But ain’t as red as the stones kissed by the dead

The screams of the guns echoes in the dark

This freezing young soldier

was in love with a beautiful woman of nature

But as the war was only getting colder

his heart longed for a brighter future

One day the retard was killed

and his body left in the woods

the woman would never be filled

with love, babies and changing moods

this guy was really a boy

We’re going to die like fish in a dried out lake

We’ll walk among the fields and big

mistakes

Preppin’ the gun, preppin’ the mind for war

Excuse me, mom, for I’ll walk out that door

Before the storm I hear the guns of terror

It boils my mind to think of all the horror

But I’m no better, I’ll kill the men as

well

And end in tears, both you and I in hell

We’re going to die like fish in a dried out lake

We’ll walk among the fields and big

mistakes

Preppin’ the gun, preppin’ the mind for war

Excuse me, mom, for I’ll walk out that door

Before the storm I hear the guns of terror

It boils my mind to think of all the horror

But I’m no better, I’ll kill the men as well

And end in tears, both you and I in hell

Like fish in dried out lakes

Men were shot to the ground

In battle for country’s sake

But none alivewere found

A sea of staggering breaths

Evil found its way

Mud is devils bed

“What’s the cost? I’ll pay”

But at the laundry she heard joy

From empty pool, the men returned

They won and they destroyed

Tens of thousands deaths confirmed

But they forget the sorrow they caused

To families of the lost.

If I were fit and bald enough for war

I think I’d fly to France to fight the French

I’d fight so death would not come by my door

The French should be afraid to die in trench

The angel told him […] take the goat instead

But I said ”No!” take all the french you can

I will not cease to shoot until he’s dead!

When I come back I’ll be a better man

If I wake up to hear another boom

I’ll write my will from start to end with ink

”Marie, my love, I hope to see you soon

I’m worried sick, of you I’ll always think”

But I’m not fit and bald enough to fight

So I’ll just keep my shop and hold you tight

Alone in London, my room is dark and damp

Through visions of fear, diseases, destruction and blight

In dreams the horrible memories of soldiers in cramp

Why did he die, he was so young, I often think to myself

Buried in sand, in foreign lands, he lies and rests in peace

With honour and grief, the parents received the medal that's now on the shelf.

Through prayer in hope to God I ask begging on my knees