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