Back from the War

Bloody legs and bloody hands, bloody necks and bloody heads. A smell of sulfur lays over me, a smell of mold also too. What I see, I know it's true, battlefield strewed with dead bodies. Awful sight, please give me free and please deliver me from evil's work. Is it a dream or is it real, is it illusion or reality? I'm a man not a devil's soldier, I'm a man not an armed murderer. I must leave this state of terror, I must run far, far away. Please hear my call, I must leave now, I tell no lies, that's not a joke. Back from the war, lay down to the ground. Back from the war, lay down to the ground. You don't believe, so march to fight, you're gonna die like the other men. I'm a man not a devil's soldier, I'm a man not an armed murderer. I must leave this state of terror, I must run far, far away. Please let us live, live without war, please keep the peace of the world. Back from the war, lay down to the ground. Back from the war, lay down to the ground.