The grass is green today, here where my brothers lay. Buried in this goddanm ground, where I lost my life forever too. How can it be? - the sun, it shines today over fieds and hills - where we lived in the mud, where we heard the thunder we met the beast of mandkind - as we arched into the fire. No light, no wind, no calm - It was no place on earth at all. One by one my comrades died, sacrificed in the battle of brothers. Thrown into the fire - to make a few meters of land. We left our homes with a smile, as we arched to the music - as we said farewell to our beloved, we felt like heroes so high awaited glory and honor - became cheap canonfodder instead the few, who returned are broken forever rain washed away our blood - our cries gone with the wind but forever in my head, My soul has burned in the fire, I had the hell on earth. Will you remember? The grass is green today, here where my brothers lay. Buried in this goddanm ground, where I lost my life forever too. How can it be? - the sun, it shines today over fieds and hills - where we lived in the mud, where we heard the thunder we met the beast of mandkind - as we arched into the fire. No light, no wind, no calm - It was no place on earth at all. One by one my comrades died, sacrificed in the battle of brothers. Thrown into the fire - to make a few meters of land. We left our homes with a smile, as we arched to the music - as we said farewell to our beloved, we felt like heroes so high awaited glory and honor - became cheap canonfodder instead the few, who returned are broken forever rain washed away our blood - our cries gone with the wind but forever in my head, My soul has burned in the fire, I had the hell on earth. Will you remember? A grama é verde, hoje, aqui, onde meus irmãos leigos. Enterrado neste maldito chão, onde eu perdi a minha vida para sempre também. Como é possível? - O sol, é brilha hoje sobre inimigos e morros - onde vivíamos na lama, onde nós ouviu o trovão que nos conhecemos a besta do Mandkind - como nós arqueado no fogo. Sem luz, sem vento, sem calma - Não era um lugar na terra a todos. Um a um meus companheiros morreram, sacrificado na batalha de irmãos. Lançados ao fogo -- para fazer a poucos metros de terra. Deixamos nossos lares com um sorriso, como se arqueado a música - como dissemos adeus ao nosso querido, nós sentimos como heróis assim alta esperada glória e de honra - se tornaram baratos bucha de canhão em vez de poucos, que retornados são quebradas sempre chuva lavou o nosso sangue - o nosso grito ido com o vento, mas sempre na minha cabeça, minha alma tem queimado no fogo, tive a inferno na terra. Você se lembrará?