My own sadness I saw the way how they died In their beds full of anguish Your hands are tied Violent men have killed People before My eyes, no more! Next to me rivers of blood Flooding fields of this country I mourn for this Reality, crude rage These are wounds in My soul, no more! Used up the nation's resources These ones raping the others Thousand bullets buzzing by Massacred in battlefields We're picking up from the ground Human bones, ashes, bodies Battlefields, Battlefields Battlefields, Battlefields Used up the nation's resources These ones raping the others Thousand bullets buzzing by Massacred in battlefields We're picking up from the ground Human bones, ashes, bodies Guitar Solo Used up the nation's resources These ones raping the others Thousand bullets buzzing by Massacred in battlefields We're picking up from the ground Human bones, ashes, bodies With my heart and brain Next to explode I've reached my own sadness My despair and my fear With my arms tied up to build, Tired and defeated In blood and sweat I'm bathed, Dejected and neglected Used up the nation's resources These ones raping the others Thousand bullets buzzing by Massacred in battlefields We're picking up from the ground Human bones, ashes, bodies I saw the way how they died In their beds full of anguish Your hands are tied Violent men have killed People before My eyes, no more! Battlefields, Battlefields Battlefields, Battlefields