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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 fall
Soldier 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
he's yours to take away
Back 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 blindman
Barking of machinegun fire- does nothing to me now
sounding of the clock that ticks- get used to it somehow
More a man- more stripes you bare- glory seeker trends
bodies fill the fields I see
the slaughter never ends
Soldier 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
he's yours to take away
Back 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 blindman
Why- Am I dying
Kill- have no fear
Lie- live off lying
Hell- Hell is here
I was born for dying
Life planned out before my birth- nothing could I say
had no chance to see myself- moulded day by day
Looking back I realize- nothing have I done
left to die with only friend
Alone I clench my gun
Soldier 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
he's yours to take away
Back 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 blindman
Back to the front
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