Everywhere is the sand
And my coustic body
Death attack me from two sides
But is mercyfuller then izolation
Why she choiced just me?
Past bearing pain feed on reminder my
Body
Ear-deafening roar of dying bodyes
Of my friends in battle
Battle for peace?
Russian guns in the arms of fanacites of
Allah
My body regret to me
I´m one from the thousands
And who regret me?
I feel yperite in every pore of my skin
Fucking desert
The son of bitch whitch is responsible
For it?