Through this blood filled field, we're moving on
With killer instincts, we're going strong
And God knows now what will come
After all this killing is done
We go break in, shooting, screaming
Man we gotta make it
Man we gotta take it
The hour of judgement, it has come
With every bullet, we lay it down
Define the way that they taught
To kill a man or be shot
We go break in, shooting, screaming
Man we gotta make it
Man we gotta take it
Bruised and broken bones, I am on the run
Burdened with this guilt, I have thrown my gun
We've left a land drenched in blood
While playing with guns just for fun!
We went break in, shooting, screaming
Man we gotta make it
Man we gotta take it
I see it all in red
Not hope, but memories I dread
These wars have taken their toll
More blind men rush to die in cold
Die in cold
This soul is cold and dead
I see it all in red
Artillerie - Retrospect in RED Lyrics
Artillerie - Retrospect in RED Lyrics
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Through this blood filled field, we're moving on
With killer instincts, we're going strong
And God knows now what will come
After all this killing is done
We go break in, shooting, screaming
Man we gotta make it
Man we gotta take it
The hour of judgement, it has come
With every bullet, we lay it down
Define the way that they taught
To kill a man or be shot
We go break in, shooting, screaming
Man we gotta make it
Man we gotta take it
Bruised and broken bones, I am on the run
Burdened with this guilt, I have thrown my gun
We've left a land drenched in blood
While playing with guns just for fun!
We went break in, shooting, screaming
Man we gotta make it
Man we gotta take it
I see it all in red
Not hope, but memories I dread
These wars have taken their toll
More blind men rush to die in cold
Die in cold
This soul is cold and dead
I see it all in red
With killer instincts, we're going strong
And God knows now what will come
After all this killing is done
We go break in, shooting, screaming
Man we gotta make it
Man we gotta take it
The hour of judgement, it has come
With every bullet, we lay it down
Define the way that they taught
To kill a man or be shot
We go break in, shooting, screaming
Man we gotta make it
Man we gotta take it
Bruised and broken bones, I am on the run
Burdened with this guilt, I have thrown my gun
We've left a land drenched in blood
While playing with guns just for fun!
We went break in, shooting, screaming
Man we gotta make it
Man we gotta take it
I see it all in red
Not hope, but memories I dread
These wars have taken their toll
More blind men rush to die in cold
Die in cold
This soul is cold and dead
I see it all in red
Writer: NOBLE LUKE, RAUL BELLGARD
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