Fields of Horror

To die...
Hell is not after death
Hell is in life
In this killing field, you'll realize

You're a soldier of the Khmer Rouge
You have to kill
There is no choice
If you betray the party you'll share their fate

There's s no room to be weak
There are hundreds to kill
And bullets are expensive
You'll need to find a way to take their lives

Don't feel, don't think, it's your job
Yes sir, them too
Women, old men, and children
No one should survive

Trucks with prisoners arrive at night
They are blindfolded
The music plays loud to cover up the crime
They're going to die

Make a line of people that ends by the mass grave
Crush their head with the pickaxe
One by one and push them inside

Bring the children by the tree
Hold their feet and swing them forcefully
Smash their heads against the trunk
They won't grow up to take revenge for the death of their parents

Trucks with prisoners arrive at night
They are blindfolded
The music plays loud to cover up the crime
They're going to die



Credits
Writer(s): Miguel Garcia Vazquez
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