Gorge Of War

Ride, ride the war
No reason to turn the way
Put it out of your head
You'II never come back

So many people play stupid war
You're not agree – so much the worse
Arsenals are overfilled
All the weapons are ready for the kill

Crazy people running people play with the evil
Bleeding people beasty people die to renewal
One day when you awake with bullet In your head
You'll hear the steps of death and millions voices of hell

Time, time to run
Somebody through the guts
Shell splinters tear the flesh
Napalm boils the blood

So many people play stupid war
Crashed skulls and detached balls
Rats are growing fat devouring corpses
And all of that shit is grinding in the gorge of war