Unholy War

Thunder and lightning, and devilish rain.
Why are we fighting again and again?
We’re crawling through darkness, swelter and frost,
We’re breathing the dust till total exhaust.

We are the pawns on the global chessboard.
We have no volition, no feeling, no thought.
The players are heartless and ready to kill.
We shall be obedient and show the skill.

We are the soldiers of an unholy war,
But now we refuse to fight anymore.
Right in this hell we will surely die,
Nobody will hear the agonal cry.

The governors drive us for glorious feat.
We’re always obliged to serve their greed.
They pick only cream from the terrors of war,
Gold and the trophies from over the world.

They always obtain their glory and fame,
The soldiers return home crippled and lame.
We have no reason of dying in vain.
We’ll always live with resentment and pain.

We are the soldiers of an unholy war,
But now we refuse to fight anymore.
Right in this hell we will surely die,
Nobody will hear the agonal cry.