We are soldiers, We are sinners, We are heroes no more.
We pack our weapons of guilt, loads of morale degradation.
Hell is waiting, hell is waiting, dear home is our only Eden.
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Is it wrong for me?
I see myself talk to the Tree.
Not understand is common sense,
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Is there any logic in war?
They bid themselves blood in battlefield.
Oh, Lord, I pray every night. What for?
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