Storm of Steel
We were promised an adventure, a glorious campaign
We fought for our country through all the pain
Forests turned to wastelands
Clouds raining steel
Looking for a sense of glory we no longer feel
And on we march towards certain death
Melted lungs with every breath
For king and country fight and die
Sit in our trenches wondering why
Sent by kings to die in vain wave after wave
Dig ourselves a brand new home that doubles as our grave
Weapons never seen before, there was no talk of this
But still we're marching on to the apocalypse
And on we march towards certain death
Melted lungs with every breath
For king and country fight and die
Sit in our trenches wondering why
This is our mission, this is our fate
This is the reason for a war so great
Kill and kill without hesitation
Instill upon fear, intense desolation
Ready your rifles, ready your horses
Constant explosions bury the corpses
And the sun shines on
The land will heal
Our names forgotten
It seems so unreal
How will we overcome
Lessons of the past
If this great world war
Won't be the last?
We are not youth any longer
We don't wanna take the world by storm
We are fleeing
We fly from ourselves
From our life
We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world
And we shot it to pieces
We fought for our country through all the pain
Forests turned to wastelands
Clouds raining steel
Looking for a sense of glory we no longer feel
And on we march towards certain death
Melted lungs with every breath
For king and country fight and die
Sit in our trenches wondering why
Sent by kings to die in vain wave after wave
Dig ourselves a brand new home that doubles as our grave
Weapons never seen before, there was no talk of this
But still we're marching on to the apocalypse
And on we march towards certain death
Melted lungs with every breath
For king and country fight and die
Sit in our trenches wondering why
This is our mission, this is our fate
This is the reason for a war so great
Kill and kill without hesitation
Instill upon fear, intense desolation
Ready your rifles, ready your horses
Constant explosions bury the corpses
And the sun shines on
The land will heal
Our names forgotten
It seems so unreal
How will we overcome
Lessons of the past
If this great world war
Won't be the last?
We are not youth any longer
We don't wanna take the world by storm
We are fleeing
We fly from ourselves
From our life
We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world
And we shot it to pieces
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