They are soldiers too blind too see

Fighting for their own damnation

See the honour and pride in their chests

Targets feeding guns

There's too much hate to hear the warning

On killing fields where nobody wins

No denying they are the strongest

Blowing out their mother country

Independence - What is the value?

What has made them pay the price?

Its much too late to hear the warning

On killing fields where nobody wins

All men of steel and hearts of ivory

See the comrades side by side

Under fire seems like eternity

A game, sinister

The souls are sold where is the ecstasy?

Where are the bold? Times change

Is there a need for all the wasted youth?

They call it war!

The souls are bold, a newfound ecstasy

The guns are sold, values change

The sirens howl a short infinity

The airforce whispers

The war was cold, now it has turned to flames

Nobody knows the reason why

Is there a need for all this wasted life

There must be more!!

They never wait to hear the warning

On killing fields where nobody wins

There's a fight on the hill

Even time is standing still

But they never will know the score

(War is just a game of tools

Still it's the same, still it's the same

War is made by leading fools

Nothing remains, nothing remains)