Good Soldier - Dead Soldier
Die
Not alive and not dead
We have nothing
We're not looking for fame
Just wanted to get home
Go forward and attack
The body was collected piece by piece
Or eaten by the dogs
The dead are coming
A sentry on guard
Nine years like one day
He chose this path
To show his hate
Killed by the hands of the enemy
Suddenly he returned to the family
Fear and pain
The son returned home but insane
Tears will not help
The heart is not beating and he feels no pain
I'm not free, I don't have my own land
We were slaves and they were killed by our hands
Now the living dead has power over you
And I can say just "Fuck you!"
Hey, I'm here, I came for you
Your prayers will not help
Remember, you abused me for years
The master's power came to an end
As soon as your blood is spilled
In the end I will be free
Everything is as it should be
Everything is clear
I'm not free, I don't have my own land
We were slaves and they were killed by our hands
Now living dead has power over you
And I can say just "Fuck you!"
We're not free, we don't have own land
We were slaves and they were killed by our hands
Now the living dead has power over you
And we can say just "Fuck you!"
Not alive and not dead
We have nothing
We're not looking for fame
Just wanted to get home
Go forward and attack
The body was collected piece by piece
Or eaten by the dogs
The dead are coming
A sentry on guard
Nine years like one day
He chose this path
To show his hate
Killed by the hands of the enemy
Suddenly he returned to the family
Fear and pain
The son returned home but insane
Tears will not help
The heart is not beating and he feels no pain
I'm not free, I don't have my own land
We were slaves and they were killed by our hands
Now the living dead has power over you
And I can say just "Fuck you!"
Hey, I'm here, I came for you
Your prayers will not help
Remember, you abused me for years
The master's power came to an end
As soon as your blood is spilled
In the end I will be free
Everything is as it should be
Everything is clear
I'm not free, I don't have my own land
We were slaves and they were killed by our hands
Now living dead has power over you
And I can say just "Fuck you!"
We're not free, we don't have own land
We were slaves and they were killed by our hands
Now the living dead has power over you
And we can say just "Fuck you!"
Credits
Writer(s): Vladimir Nasonov
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