Vigilia Mortum War In Subconsciousness
When there comes night,
And a battle-field keeps silence,
The Soldier continues to fight,
Continues to fight in the sleep.
Cruel thing...
Cruel thing a war,
Explosions, the attacks and all it is fatal.
Find, find a door,
From this infernal circle.
And It was a next...
And It was a next day.
War in the subconsciousness
And It was a next day
And soldiers died,
And everywhere there was a blood,
And there were only graves.
When there comes night,
War comes in the subconsciousness.
Cruel thing...
Cruel thing a war.
But even in a peace's time,
When there is a silence,
The Old Soldier continues to fight,
Continues to fight in the sleep.
Cruel thing... Cruel thing a war.
