IRC-Galleria

One, two, three, four
Few steps before
You become a soldier

Five, six, seven
Shooting harshed
Makes you one day colder


Till the dawn comes don't try too hard
I'm not really a fighter
You are ready to keep us burning
But you are not my saviour

Let me love you
Freely hold you
Keep both eyes open

I will stay with
You don't make me
I'll be here forever

One, two, three, four
Few steps before
You become a solider