sons to war.

When generals call
Their sons to war
They won't be coming home
Anymore
Bloody dirt
Cold and coarse
Filling up
Satan's hearse
Wild and hurt
Crashing down
It's too late
The seed's been sown

But that's the game they play
That's the game they know
Oh, what will they say
Once the world's been won
That's the game they play
That's the game they know
Oh, what will they say
Once the world's been won

Always lost
In the fray
Here in March, but
Gone in May
Letters sent
Empty words
That dance around
And sting the soul
They don't care
They let it go
Whether sun, rain or
Snow

But that's the game they play
That's the game they know
Oh, what will they say
Once the world's been won
That's the game they play
That's the game they know
Oh, what will they say
Once the world's been won



Credits
Writer(s): Enzo Garcia
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