Ancient Rites - FATHERLAND lyrics

I was traveling in a caravan

out across the desert sand

fourth battalion of the infantry

heading in towards the enemy

or at least that's what they're telling me

wind blowing across a cross-eyed sun

shapes moving on the hills

i picture you by a swimming pool

tell me baby am i still your man

fighting here in this foreign land, foreign land

i heard nothing but the sound of death

i was pushed through the ground

i woke up on a forest floor

looking up through a group of men

looking up at where the sun had been, sun had been

looking up at where the sun had been, sun had been

looking up at where the sun had been, sun had been

looking up at where the sun had been, sun had been

looking up at where the sun had been, sun had been