1. MY FIGHT

Today I'm off to the war
I'm gonna fight
For the country I adore
My rifle and surviving bag
Is all I need to be
A Soldier under our flag

This is my pride
This is my fight
This is my tribe
This is my life

I'm making brand new best friends
From all the men
From front line and defence
Around us all the walls are gone
We need to have fate
That's what freedom depends on

This is my pride
This is my fight
This is my tribe
This is my life

Today I hear old sax playin´
I'm back at home
But the priest is prayin´
Father´s sad mother is crying

I am not afraid to show
I'm really scared
To act like a hero
Everyday is the same
I'm not allowed to feel
Just to play this game

This is the day
This is the way
This is the day I have my say

Today I hear old sax playin´
I'm back at home
But the priest is prayin´
Father´s sad mother is crying

My fight

Today I hear old sax playin´
I'm back at home
But the priest is prayin´
Father´s sad mother is crying


2. COLLECTOR OF SOULS

Collector of counted measures
Freak that seak our inner source
They suck it and are filled with power
Never seen that kind of force

And they torture me
I'll keep my secrets
To keep my soul on my own
To hide my regrets

The collector of souls
Have come from the stones
But as I have my sores
They have their wounded forms
The collector of souls
Stares to my eyes
But as I have my sores
I have their wounded form

Passengers of timeless deserts
Greeps that break us in a breeze
Breathing in and blowing hazards
This soldier never fall on his knees

And they torture me
I'll keep my secrets
To keep my soul on my own
To hide my recrets

The collector of souls
Have come from the stones
But as I have my sores
They have their wounded forms
The collector of souls
Stares to my eyes
But as I have my sores
They have their wounded form

The collector of souls
Have come from the stones
But as I have my sores
They have their wounded forms
The collector of souls
Stares to my eyes
But as I have my sores
I have their wounded form