Sounds of thunder, rolling in
Grey skies, whip of the wind
The space in-between where the raindrops fall
The pathway ahead, forged in death
We are the ones... you stripped of pride and dignity
We are the ones... trained to kill in the name of god & country
We are the ones... who did all the killing
We are the ones... who lost track of time
This disease of man...
We are the ones... who carry shame and guilt
We are the ones... who had to take the blame
We are the ones... rewarded to kill
We are the ones... who were told that our lives had no room for love & peace