Lletres:
Aus Rotten Graves

me where is glory when god and country is what you die for It looks grave, it looks grave, it looks grave And for graves, graves, graves, and graves

hungry Another bomb is produced Another thousand die from aids while funding has been reduced Another gun is fired Another grave is filled Another cop

Over two milion refugees pile into neighboring countries towns Hoping to escape their deaths but this is what they found Bodies stacked in massive piles and mass graves