It's getting cold around me
Now you can see the world begin to change
A time of selfishness and deadly hate
Are sold as the greatest thing
The time has returned
When young men die on the battlefields of old men
That time again, mothers crying for sons
On both sides of the fire line
The battlefield pools of blood
The cash coffers ring
The party goes on
Just not for the fallen
The battlefield pools of blood
The cash coffers ring
The party goes on
Just not for the fallen
Warriors dyed red by their own blood
Died in vain, shot down on the black ground
All for their Honour of a flag
Under which they were born by chance
The battlefield pools of blood
The cash coffers ring
The party goes on
Just not for the fallen
The battlefield pools of blood
The cash coffers ring
The party goes on
Just not for the fallen
Ingolf - The Time Has Come Back Lyrics
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It's getting cold around me
Now you can see the world begin to change
A time of selfishness and deadly hate
Are sold as the greatest thing
The time has returned
When young men die on the battlefields of old men
That time again, mothers crying for sons
On both sides of the fire line
The battlefield pools of blood
The cash coffers ring
The party goes on
Just not for the fallen
The battlefield pools of blood
The cash coffers ring
The party goes on
Just not for the fallen
Warriors dyed red by their own blood
Died in vain, shot down on the black ground
All for their Honour of a flag
Under which they were born by chance
The battlefield pools of blood
The cash coffers ring
The party goes on
Just not for the fallen
The battlefield pools of blood
The cash coffers ring
The party goes on
Just not for the fallen
Now you can see the world begin to change
A time of selfishness and deadly hate
Are sold as the greatest thing
The time has returned
When young men die on the battlefields of old men
That time again, mothers crying for sons
On both sides of the fire line
The battlefield pools of blood
The cash coffers ring
The party goes on
Just not for the fallen
The battlefield pools of blood
The cash coffers ring
The party goes on
Just not for the fallen
Warriors dyed red by their own blood
Died in vain, shot down on the black ground
All for their Honour of a flag
Under which they were born by chance
The battlefield pools of blood
The cash coffers ring
The party goes on
Just not for the fallen
The battlefield pools of blood
The cash coffers ring
The party goes on
Just not for the fallen
Writer: Ingolf Beder
Copyright: Lyrics © Music Hub O/B/O GEMA
Copyright: Lyrics © Music Hub O/B/O GEMA