We will fight your battles
We will fight your wars
Even though we we don't know
What we're fighting for
Prepare to meet your fate
In the theatre of hate
Your life is in their hands
Bloodstained weary hands
Soldier of fortune, prepare to die
Soldier of fortune, live for a lie
The sound of battle fills the air
Discarded banners everywhere
Weapons blazing fire
ever reaching higher
Deserted cities and empty skies
None are living no-one left alive
And you don't even know
Who your enemies are
But as the sun sets in a foreign land
Friends and lovers all hold hands
Innocent of the wrath to come
Say the prayers, thy will be done
Each prayer may be your last
The end is near, approaching fast
Your innocence cannot overcome
Say thy prayers, they will be done
We have fought your battles
We have fought your wars
And now we know
Who we're fighting for
We have met out fate
In this long forgotten land
Our life was in their hands
Bloodstained weary hands

INVIA LE CORREZIONI