In a torrent of blood and cries,
thousands of bullets wheeze through in a second,
No time for doubt, each delay is a step closer to death.
In the sea of chaos, I urge forward.
Each heavy step I take, an innocent dies,
Every shot I hesitate-- a betrayal of my motherland,
No time for doubt, each delay is a waste of breath,
In the sea of war, I have no route but forward.
My bullets ricochet into war cries,
A body falls for each shot I land,
This is the price for peace, they say.
But why does it have to be me that pays it?
Still, forward I go, trudging through bodies -
Ringing cries and bullet shots have now become muted
I look at the enemies from a distance,
the world is at a standstill, barely lucid,
Then I thought, 'peace must be a dream',
I aim my wretched gun at me, still torn-
and death must be the lullaby that lulls us to sleep.
