Innocent soldiers march
To the obscure hell
Tense and scared to death
They fight, kill and die
They give their innocent blood
For empty causes
To satisfy madness
Of sadistic commanders
In front of hell
They breathe agony
At the side of deads
And mutilated on screams
The trigger and the "click"
The order is to kill
Drilling enemy bodies
And die with burst skulls
Inhuman fight
The guilty get away
The neckties make war
Innocents die in the battle