That wave of bombers
Above the sleeping land
Drove our our silent, grey procession
To wade in the snow
At first, everybody got to see
Their world burn
Every man had to burn
Their own house down
Whenever the firing ceases
Again, continues the journey
The measly group that doesn't have time
To look behind
When in the endless snow
Little brother was buried
From the blood red sky reflected
The laughing reaper
The battalions of death walk behind me
In front of us, the landscape is like a bed sheet
Our camp
Must be moved again
Either across the border or into the heaven
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AWdq6TUnS8k
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