The choppers come around to breed
The day is not even dawning
Surrounded by the screams and tears of the world

The kids arouse from their beds
Awaken by the blood they shed
Once again the sun comes up to death

Another empty field of white crosses
Shown wih pride
Fading out the weeping widows who came to cry

But since when does freedom mean to die for your beliefs
And for their greed?
All men are born to breathe