Sitting, waiting in the falling rain
Getting ready to begin again
Wounded, lying, crying
Bodies moving, dying
All around there is the smell of death and fire
Here the planes are coming
Hear the soldiers running
Killing on a scale to comprehend
Why are we here?
In this place here to kill
Please, God, forgive us for what we have done
I always thought I was doing right
As of now, I’m not feeling so sure
I’m at a place of where I give no grace
I’m a soldier of war
I sit waiting for my darkest hour to come
I cannot think about the things that I have done
It shouldn’t take a fool to see that I believe
Accept the consequence, repent for what I’ve done
You tell me what is certain
But I’ll tell you what is true
You tell me what is honesty
When all around is death and cruelty
The making of a man is fire
Not giving in to our desires
Within the truth that lies within the only thing
Mother of Mercy
Angel of death, desire
Mother of Mercy
Taking my last breath of fire
Mother of Mercy
Angel of pain
Mother of Mercy
Taking my last breath
Some say you are a lost cause
Some say you’re a Saint
Just being here’s an act of suffering and restraint
Walk down the long dark road to ruin, panic not
I’ll die a lonely death, of that I’m certain of
Rivers flow with blood
There’s nowhere left to hide
It’s hard to comprehend there’s anyone left alive
Sick of all the killing and the reek of death
Will God tell me what religion is to man?
I don’t hold with bad religion
Understand what’s underneath it
Now I come to think of it
I just don’t hold at all, you know it
You say you are a holy man
But what is it you do?
From where I stand is nothing but a hollow man I see
Mother of Mercy
Angel of death, desire
Mother of Mercy
Taking my last breath of fire
Mother of Mercy
Angel of pain
Mother of Mercy
Taking my last breath
Mother of Mercy
Angel of death, desire
Mother of Mercy
Taking my last breath of fire
Mother of Mercy
Angel of pain
Mother of Mercy
Taking my last breath
I’m just a lonely soldier
Fighting in a bloody hopeless war
Don’t know what I’m fighting
Who it is, or what I’m fighting for
Thought it was for money
Make my fortune, now I’m not so sure
Seem to just have lost my way
