From a well of war, blood and thirst,
I, upon an iron cross have been cursed.


This land is parched of freedom, it's full of debt,
I find death my only best bet.

Bandaged upon the table, it's bedrest,
I bet another bullet in my head would be best.


Darkness closes in and around,
I know not until another body is found.


Jagged shrapnel cuts into my heart,
The war never ends, I am torn apart.


My love, my life has been ripped away,
The silence closes in, tis' but another day.


Faces of dead people upon my windowsill,
Fires of hell have looked nicer still.