Оригинален текст
Beckoned to the frontlines, to ease the pain from starving stomachs.
No floods of tears, no stench of death on the screen.
Beckoned to dismiss, chosen to defend.
The population reels, when consistence is our enemy.
Beckoned to the frontlines, to ease the pain from starving stomachs.
No floods of tears, no stench of death on the screen.
Beckoned to dismiss, chosen to defend.
The population reels, when consistence is our enemy.