Back from the War

Bloody legs and bloody hands

Bloody necks and bloody heads

A smell of sulphur lays over me

A smell of mould also tooWhat I see, I know it's true

A battlefield, strewed with dead bodies

Awful sight, please give me peace

Deliver me from evil's workIs it a dream or is it real

Is it illusion or reality

I'm a man

Not an armed murderer

I must leave this state of terror

I must run far, far away

Please hear my call, I must leave now

I tell no lies that's not a jokeBack from the war

Lay down to the ground

Back from the war

Lay down to the grount