The blooding - Post war 歌词

The dirty of a ferocious dispute Has stain the ground of our land What lessons? What prizes? We earned the experience how to fight And we have killed Our lessons Our prizes Let them create The blooding Memories haunting in my dreams Time working by my side To destroy my rest To destroy my life Let the past grow old to forget all the demons That scared my chest That cracked my mind Older and older - the horror of war Over and over - tormenting my soul Let them create The blooding