Hill 112
Hill 112
Internal tension erupt in war a proud nation is no more
Under siege four long years blood flows with a million
tears
Limit of endurance, civilian dance macabre
Existence of misery, sorrow filled destiny
Broken glass under children's foot
Rivers run red with the blood of the dead
Unseen troops in disguise in positions high above
The hills have eyes, waten you die, sniper the ends of
your Life
Massacre of innocent, targets of opportunity
Hunt the soon to be dead
Run for cover, run for life someone got you in their
sight
The all seeing sniper scope terminate survival hope