Sunday October third 6 pm rain
I was ordered to execute seven prisioners
Lined up blindfolded and chained to a stake in a field
It seemed as if my bullets couldn't reach them
Instead the seven grinned and seven
horrible visions of war one by one captured my soul
I was ordered to execute seven prisioners
Lined up blindfolded and chained to a stake in a field
It seemed as if my bullets couldn't reach them
Instead the seven grinned and seven
horrible visions of war one by one captured my soul