High Noon at the Battlefield

All by myself under the scorching sun

looking around, hoping the hate is gone

Waiting... as for the magic trick to be revealed:

you see, it's high noon at the battlefield - and not a

soul around -

another high noon at the battlefield

Touching the ground, feeling the pain below...

How did it end there? Wish you'll never know

Guarded by this soil as if it was a shield:

you see, it's high noon at the battlefield - I left my

fear behind -

a peaceful high noon...

But not so long ago the wind was strong and freezing cold

while blood was running down that hill

A war like this - you mark my words - can not be put on

hold:

we'll keep on welding our steel

Do you believe that horrors from our distant past

will ever make us change our mind? No way!

Forget the fallen ones - we're in to have a blast,

so all in all we're doing fine.