They are soldiers too blind too see  Fighting for their own damnation  See the honour and pride in their chests  Targets feeding guns  ThereÆs 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?  ItÆs 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  ThereÆs 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 itÆs the same, still itÆs the same  War is made by leading fools  Nothing remains, nothing remains)