Funker Vogt - From The Flames lyrics

Within a few seconds their jets came over the hill Strafing the soldiers, raining fire on their people An unintended sacrifice of their own lives The soldiers at the front k**ed by their own nation They all died in friendly fire And the flames are rising higher They are here to hold the ground To defend what they have found A casualty list in the news will be a helpful tool Creating fear and hatred supporters of a war A necessary means to an end k**ing their own soldiers Publicity for a new war to get all of the votes