You have entered a red zone
Watch out each step as you might not exist
Whereabouts the mines are unknown.
You wont know where the fighters are hiding
They are brutally trained guerillas
In leaves, on branches and trenches they dwell
In a different mould they are cast
They live for seconds
Life is no long dream
They know there is one bullet
To ground them to sleep.
Halt you colorless worshipper of calmness
You feet has crossed the red line
Remember one step might pull you down to a den
And you know you are under your death shrine
You live for seconds
Your life is no long dream
You must know there is one bullet
To ground you into the deep.
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