Crimson River - Suicide

Took a step to an unknown land

Stunned by visions, he could never imagine

Crossed crimson river, the line between will and faith

Fell down on his knees, renounced

There’s no turning back

Cold touch of evil, hidden behind

Patriotic lies

Taught a lesson, paid by lunacy

Surrounded by cold wings of death

Naked in a web made of bullets

Felt fangs on his neck

Cried but no one heard

Covered by ripped bodies

A metal piece was made for him

A vehicle to take him away

Was hard to breathe, felt so cold

Fear crushed any of his thoughts

Praying didn’t help his fright

Felt alone, he was alone

Felt alone, he was alone

Fought alone, killed alone

She who given life to him

Dreamed of a simple life

Had to serve the queen, obeyed powers

All ended in Dardanelles.