I have killed a man, a man just like me
I pulled the trigger and down he went
All his hopes his dreams and future
Came to an and, he never thought
He'd die this way in this forsaken land
I had to kill few other and younger than the first
No time for reflection just enough time
To aim and shoot
I saw them lying there, in a pool of blood
Soaking the ground wet
But now they are dead
I don't perform my duties, alone in the dark
We move around in groups
We are the brave troops
I have become the angel of death they call me
The grim ripper
I don't use a sickle for fun,
But just an army issued gun
Now at night, when I try to sleep, all I can do is
Toss and turn. I just can't stop seeing, broken
Bodies burn. I stay awake all night long
Soaked in cold sweat, trying not to think of all
The maimed and dead. They were still so young
And stupid, trying to stop bullets with stones
And now they just lie there
Like some bags of broken bones