| Song | Asphyx (forgotten War) |
| Artist | Asphyx |
| Album | Last One On Earth |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Daniels | |
| Marching into battle | |
| to a war you do not know | |
| read the fearfull faces | |
| make them look so old | |
| the homefront says its prayers | |
| wishing them all well | |
| but they will never return | |
| from this bitter living hell | |
| the trenches are awaiting | |
| cold and moisty graves | |
| obey the insane orders | |
| a soldier is a slave | |
| They will die in the war | |
| between all the filth and gore | |
| is there any glory | |
| in this heroic story | |
| Look at the ones who cause this | |
| and analyze their games | |
| you'll find that they're all guilty | |
| wallowing in their shame | |
| elected by the people | |
| by promising a war | |
| but now you've seen the butchering | |
| you don't want it no more | |
| Politicians hiding | |
| cowardly stinking scum | |
| display of all powers | |
| in the war they've just begun | |
| planning defense budgets | |
| guess who gonna play | |
| think I'll start the uproar | |
| and sweep them all away |
| zuo qu : Daniels | |
| Marching into battle | |
| to a war you do not know | |
| read the fearfull faces | |
| make them look so old | |
| the homefront says its prayers | |
| wishing them all well | |
| but they will never return | |
| from this bitter living hell | |
| the trenches are awaiting | |
| cold and moisty graves | |
| obey the insane orders | |
| a soldier is a slave | |
| They will die in the war | |
| between all the filth and gore | |
| is there any glory | |
| in this heroic story | |
| Look at the ones who cause this | |
| and analyze their games | |
| you' ll find that they' re all guilty | |
| wallowing in their shame | |
| elected by the people | |
| by promising a war | |
| but now you' ve seen the butchering | |
| you don' t want it no more | |
| Politicians hiding | |
| cowardly stinking scum | |
| display of all powers | |
| in the war they' ve just begun | |
| planning defense budgets | |
| guess who gonna play | |
| think I' ll start the uproar | |
| and sweep them all away |
| zuò qǔ : Daniels | |
| Marching into battle | |
| to a war you do not know | |
| read the fearfull faces | |
| make them look so old | |
| the homefront says its prayers | |
| wishing them all well | |
| but they will never return | |
| from this bitter living hell | |
| the trenches are awaiting | |
| cold and moisty graves | |
| obey the insane orders | |
| a soldier is a slave | |
| They will die in the war | |
| between all the filth and gore | |
| is there any glory | |
| in this heroic story | |
| Look at the ones who cause this | |
| and analyze their games | |
| you' ll find that they' re all guilty | |
| wallowing in their shame | |
| elected by the people | |
| by promising a war | |
| but now you' ve seen the butchering | |
| you don' t want it no more | |
| Politicians hiding | |
| cowardly stinking scum | |
| display of all powers | |
| in the war they' ve just begun | |
| planning defense budgets | |
| guess who gonna play | |
| think I' ll start the uproar | |
| and sweep them all away |