There is war in the city
There is war tonight
The Knives shiver in the neon light
It is night of the heroes
It is war
There is nothing romantic
And no trumpets nor flags
Only mice waiting to eat
stinky corpses
It is war
They are ready to fight out
to win and to die
they have sung songs of death
and no fear in their eyes
It is war
This city is burning
in the long red night
Revenge shouts
in the grey streets
among the cement walls
It is war.
There is war tonight
The Knives shiver in the neon light
It is night of the heroes
It is war
There is nothing romantic
And no trumpets nor flags
Only mice waiting to eat
stinky corpses
It is war
They are ready to fight out
to win and to die
they have sung songs of death
and no fear in their eyes
It is war
This city is burning
in the long red night
Revenge shouts
in the grey streets
among the cement walls
It is war.
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