Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end
No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend
Running blind through killing fields, bred to kill them all
Victim of what said should be, a servant 'til I fallSoldier boy, made of clay, now, an empty shell
Twenty one, only son but he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care, do just as we say
Finished here, greeting death, hes yours to take awayBack to the front, you will do what I say, when I say
Back to the front, you will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front, you coward
You servant, you blind manBarking of machine gun fire, does nothing to me now
Sounding of the clock that ticks, get used to it somehow
More a man more stripes you wear, glory seeker trends
Bodies fill the fields I see, the slaughter never endsSoldier boy, made of clay, now, an empty shell
Twenty one, only son but he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care, do just as we say
Finished here, greeting death, hes yours to take awayBack to the front, you will do what I say, when I say
Back to the front, you will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front, you coward
You servant, you blind manWhy, am I dying?
Kill, have no fear
Lie, live off lying
Hell, hell is hereWhy, am I dying?
Kill, have no fear
Lie, live off lying
Hell, hell is hereI was born for dyingLife planned out before my birth, nothing could I say
Had no chance to see myself, molded day by day
Looking back I realize, nothing have I done
Left to die with only friend, alone I clench my gunSoldier boy, made of clay, now, an empty shell
Twenty one, only son but he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care, do just as we say
Finished here, greeting death, hes yours to take awayBack to the front, you will do what I say, when I say
Back to the front, you will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front, you coward
You servant, you blind manBack to the front
Back to the front
Back to the front
Back to the front
Back to the front
Songwriters
Kirk Hammett;Lars Ulrich;James HetfieldPublished by
CREEPING DEATH MUSIC