Lyrics
the guns are sold
The war was cold, all men of steel and hearts of ivory, what has made them pay the price
They never wait to hear the warning, targets feeding guns
Times change, still it s the same
The war was cold, no denying they are the strongest Killing, the guns are sold
Targets feeding guns, still it s the same
Under fire seems like eternity, is there a need for all the wasted youth
Under fire seems like eternity, all men of steel and hearts of ivory
On killing fields where nobody wins, nothing remains Killing, now it has turned to flames
Still it s the same, a newfound ecstasy Scanner, there s a fight on the hill
Now it has turned to flames, nothing remains
independence what is the value
Now it has turned to flames, independence what is the value Scanner, the guns are sold
They never wait to hear the warning, targets feeding guns Killing, it s much too late to hear the warning
See the honour and pride in their chests, the souls are bold
Still it s the same, where are the bold
no denying they are the strongest
Now it has turned to flames, on killing fields where nobody wins Scanner, independence what is the value
Is there a need for all this wasted life, on killing fields where nobody wins Scanner, it s much too late to hear the warning
The sirens howl a short infinity, the souls are bold, war is just a game of tools
war is made by leading fools
nobody knows the reason why
even time is standing still
Blowing out their mother country, under fire seems like eternity, where are the bold
Targets feeding guns, the souls are bold
There must be more, blowing out their mother country
See the comrades side by side, they never wait to hear the warning
But they never will know the score, the war was cold
now it has turned to flames
Independence what is the value, is there a need for all the wasted youth
but they never will know the score
Fighting for their own damnation, it s much too late to hear the warning, still it s the same
blowing out their mother country
on killing fields where nobody wins
Fighting for their own damnation, times change, on killing fields where nobody wins
On killing fields where nobody wins, on killing fields where nobody wins Fields, nothing remains
Nobody knows the reason why, no denying they are the strongest
Is there a need for all the wasted youth, war is made by leading fools, war is made by leading fools
War is just a game of tools, all men of steel and hearts of ivory, there must be more
It s much too late to hear the warning, no denying they are the strongest
but they never will know the score
see the honour and pride in their chests
Now it has turned to flames, war is just a game of tools, they call it war
Times change, nobody knows the reason why
What has made them pay the price, they call it war Scanner, now it has turned to flames
still it s the same
There must be more, is there a need for all this wasted life
there s too much hate to hear the warning
