Testo di Rising Sun

My hands are shaking holding the gun Why god sent me here to the front line Politician's war I'm not a part of this I bet that they won't take a bullet for me All those nights I've cried in my bed The fear of dying doesn't make any sense The rain baptizes me in this bloody hell When will they appear? I can't tell Lightning, thunder and rain Our lives are wasted in vain Rising sun It will come to enlighten me The war has begun Will I kill to survive in this? Game of death We are pieces played by someone else Now my life passes before my eyes In my childhood I used to play dead With a wooden gun in my hand Learning this horror innocently Bullets, bombs and a flare Soldiers shooting everywhere My hands are tired of holding this gun I let it fall down, hitting the ground My eyes are blinded by the rising sun I cry the death of all those around