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Immersed in weakness

With dimming gaze

Faced with the fate

I feel myself the man who lost the truth

The unbearable pain

Pierces my body

Runs through my soul

Gets me back to the war

No hope to catch life on the flap

In torments my friends go away

Doomed not to find the last rest

Rage is a machine of death

Violently plunged into fight

Destroying opposite sides

Gripping in teeth gun and blade

We'are kneading the cold bleeding

Dirt. Bleeding dirt

Dirt. Bleeding dirt

Nerves become blunt

Flooded with wine

Cauterized with mad lead

The dreadful thoughts are torturing jaded mind

No escape from my life

Life - no cure for wounds

The unbearable pain

Gets me back to the war

Thousands of the dead are ignored

Money arises in death

For true reason of unfair game

For the fault they could not take the blame

Thrown in the dark of the streets

The wretches with broken fate

Awards are the means to shut up

They just want to forget bleeding

Dirt. Bleeding dirt

Dirt. Bleeding dirt