Medieval

歌詞

Caught in the long grass, got separated from his company Those men he thought were friends turned out to be the enemy Their uniforms were black not brown, they marched to a different step But he soon tuned in to their frequency By shifting up one fret But the one thing that united them Was they all had life to give But it wasn't their intention to serve that way, but to kill so they may live We are sound, we are sound, we are sound Set them marching, stop them thinking Psyche them up with your will Stir them up with frantic rhythm Send them out to kill, kill, kill, kill kill We are sound we are sound we are sound Back in human form, skin tight uniform, caught upon the barbed wire Back in human form, skin tight uniform, crucified upon the barbed wire The wire We are sound