Hail Of Bullets

Fly butterfly of freedom fly

Fly much higher to the other side

And take my within

There's blood on your flowers and blood on our hands

And we should kill for the fatherland

Carry me away from here

Here comes a new dawn with the hail of bullets

Run wild child - run child run

Nightfall awaits us beyond the napalm flames

Run wild child - run child run

They need our blood to make their history

More dead bodies means more authority

That's sick, sick, sick, sick, sick!

They want us to drink their poisoned wine

Money is god and deterrent is called Jesus Christ

But freedom in unknown