ALL OLD WARRIORS HATE THE DAY OF WHAT SOME CALL THEIR GLORY

THEY SHUDDER EACH TIME SOMEONE ASK TO TELL THIER STORY

UNDER THE GUISE TO TELL THE WORLD SO ALL WILL UNDERSTAND

FOR ALL TO KNOW THE PRICE OF HAVING FREEDOM IN THE LAND

IF ONLY THEY KNEW WHAT FIGHTING FOR FREEDOM COST

ALL THE HOPES AND DREAMS THAT WERE LOST

FAR AWAY PLACES WHERE A BOY BECOMES A MAN

TRYING TO SURVIVE JUST ONE MORE MINUTE IF HE CAN

FRIENDS YOU MAKE KNOWING THEY CAN DIE

THIS YOU CAN'T CHANGE NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU TRY

ALL YOUR FRUSTRATIONS YOU CURSE INTO THE NIGHT

TO BUILD YOUR STRENGH AND ENDURE ANOTHER FIGHT

SLOWLY NOW YOU BEGIN TO FORGET ALL THAT ARE DEAR

FOR VICTIMS OF WAR YOU CAN NO LONGER SHED A TEAR

THE CRIES OF ANGRISH NOW FALL ON DEATH EARS

ONLY TO BE HEARD IN LATER YEARS

THE STENCH OF DEATH GROWS STRONGER EACH DAY

ALL COLORS OF LIFE HAS TURNED TO GREY

TREMBLING FEARS THAT YOU HAVE TO KEEP WITH IN

KNOWING THE THINGS YOU DO IS GOD'S WORSE SIN

ASK NOT FOR DETAILS OF ALL THAT WAS DONE

REALIZE ONLY THAT FOR IT FREEDOM WAS WON