Sharia - Haxan

A poor boy doing what he’s told

To be a patriot is his code

Battling bullies.

What does he know?

Country comes calling

Can you serve for us son?

Indeed I will, it’s just a gun, I’ve held one

Sweat, ripped skin, drowning and doubting he’d make it through

Stands a soldier now not ringing that bell

Out there it’s just a noise

Sirens, blasts and boys getting geared up

Preparing for war

Can’t keep a good man down

Your rifle is your only tool, it is a hard heart that kills

Swift and fast here comes the frogmen

A stranger in a strange land

Seeking brutal truth like a saber tooth I grin

What do you think of me now?

Blue night, sand fights enemy is drawing near

We have watchers sending fire but they are not here

Blue day, sun heat and we do not speak

Shots ring out, I’m wired but can’t seem to get to my feet

No matter, here comes the frogmen

A foreigner comes back

With a noise in his head

Can’t seem to shake it

Stands in a crowd listening for gun sounds

Hard heart

Can’t seem to break it

Bed is too soft, memories escaping

Chills, headaches and a fever breaking

And still I push on

Battling bills, my will unwavering

Savoring the piece of me I still have left

That you can’t take from me now