1942

The execution ends, another one lines up
We wait in silence on the misted hills
We raise our barrels, and the story here begins
They took our men, but let's just see who wins
It was a night wich seemed to last forevermore
With splintered bones and bleedings we are approached our range
A bullet with my name then shot me to the ground
I saw two feet in front of me, red cross on his arm
Mercenar
Unless you want to die now, stand up
Raise your head, charge your weapon into war
Never give in to the enemy
Keep your mind set on your sanity
Unless youwant a shallow grave, findyou strength
Pick up your bullets on your feet, better run
We never give them what they want, never will
Be a soldier, that's an order, now go!
With ammo in our guns and grenade in our hands
We lit the night with flames so high. We fought our way
Combining strategy with a hunger for the kill
We made it through the barriers, fire in our will

Piles of bodies as far as the eye could see
A smell of death combines with burning gasoline
It's a vision I shall bear into my grave
I'd rather take a stab or two and have them saved
With all the hatred in this world, we shall avenge
The twisted bodies who cannot seek their reveng
We tried to sabe them, (but) now the plan is laid to waste
Got to find them, hunt them down

We caught them one by one, no mercy could protect
The aim was kill and kill again till nothing left
For every drop of blood that fell unto the earth
Shall justify our history from here into eternity
Still to this day I can still hear them scream
Every night they come to me to set them free
The stench of burning flesh in every breath I take
How I wish I cloud go back again

Piles of bodies as far as the eye could see
A smell of death combines with burning gasoline
It is a vision I shall bear into my grave
I'd rather take a stab or two and have them saved
With all the hatred in this world, we shall avenge
The twisted bodies who cannot seek their revenge
We tried to save them, (but) now the plan is laid to waste
At least we gave them hell and lived to tell