Songtexte Second Front - And One
                                                Standing 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                battlefield
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                watching 
                                                the 
                                                slaughter
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                hear 
                                                    a 
                                                shot 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                gun
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                crying 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                dying 
                                                soldier
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                air 
                                                is 
                                                smells 
                                                like 
                                                blood
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dust 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                ground
 
                                    
                                
                                                Thousand 
                                                dead 
                                                bodys 
                                                lying 
                                                everywhere
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                god 
                                                don′t 
                                                care
 
                                    
                                
                                                We're 
                                                living 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                savage 
                                                place
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                cares
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                we 
                                                want?
 
                                    
                                
                                                We′re 
                                                living 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                savage 
                                                place
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                look 
                                                in 
                                                their 
                                                eyes
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                blood 
                                                on 
                                                their 
                                                face
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                see 
                                                the 
                                                Second 
                                                Front
 
                                    
                                
                                                People 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                past 
                                                running 
                                                through 
                                                my 
                                                mind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who's 
                                                telling 
                                                me 
                                                why 
                                                killing
 
                                    
                                
                                                Happens 
                                                blindly
 
                                    
                                
                                                1943 
-                                                memories 
                                                will 
                                                fade 
                                                away
 
                                    
                                
                                                We're 
                                                still 
                                                waiting 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                judgement 
                                                day
 
                                    
                                
                                                We′re 
                                                living 
                                                on 
                                                ...
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                went 
                                                wrong?
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Devil Airlines
2 Second Front
3 Metalhammer
4 Menschen
5 And One
6 Only One
7 Crimetime
8 Synthetik
9 Geld
10 Second Voice
11 Exit
12 Anguish
13 Deliverance
14 Metalhammer (Heavy Mix)
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