Second Front

Standing on a batterfield
And watching the slaughter
I hear a shot of a gun
And the crying of the dying soldier
The air is smells like blood
Dust on the ground
Thousend dead bodies lying everywhere
And god don’t care
We’re living on a savage place
Who cares what we want?
We’re living on a savage place
No look in their eyes
You see the second front
People of the past running through my mind
Who’s telling me why killing
Happens blindly
1943 memorys will fade away
We still waiting for the judgement day