***

Would you take this feelling of guilt,
Could you reap all what you have sow?
Look at world what we've already built:
Your are bleading with your soul,
You are zero.

Did you know, how much does it coast:
Building peace with a price of the lives?
Trembling hands are shackled by frost -
They bertaied us,
We're not heros.

Drope! Drope off it now! I want it to stop!
We're gong to Hell both.
Nope! We've got a hope, life-saving rope.
But the Gates are so close,
Can it save us?

Even duty is not an excuse
For all crimes, that war always brings.
All the conceps we have refused
Were the mercy we're dreaming -
I am sinking.
We are fighting reaching the goals
Of some people what never care,
That my mother won't see her son -
It's unfair,
I am thinking.

Drope! Drope off it now! I want it to stop!
We're gong to Hell both.
Nope! We've got a hope, life-saving rope.
But the Gates are so close,
Can it save us?