| Song | For My Enemy |
| Artist | Delta Spirit |
| Album | Into the Wide |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| As we all marched ahead | |
| in the early hours it began | |
| letter in my pocket still unread. | |
| The fire lit, the sky went red, | |
| as we drew near the smell of death | |
| treading through the heavy silence left. | |
| I told myself I’d never lift a hand in hatred. | |
| I was wrong. | |
| Torn up, reborn the way they made me. | |
| It’s not long now. | |
| I tried in vain to look away, | |
| from the tragic sight of what remained. | |
| wiped off the atlas, our birth place. | |
| Those of us who still survived, | |
| took to the hills before they came. | |
| Me, my knife, and my rifle sat in wait. | |
| I told myself I’d never lift a hand in hatred. | |
| I was wrong. | |
| Torn up, reborn the way they made me. | |
| It’s not long now. | |
| My love letter folded out. | |
| My last chance I did it now. | |
| I began to hear her read aloud, | |
| “Don’t you fill your heart with hate, | |
| no matter what this world will take, | |
| our love must not be disgraced.” | |
| I told myself I’d never lift a hand in hatred. | |
| You were right. | |
| Torn up, reborn the way they made me. | |
| It’s not long now, it’s not long now | |
| “Don’t you fill your heart with hate, | |
| no matter what this world will take, | |
| our love must not be disgraced.” |
| As we all marched ahead | |
| in the early hours it began | |
| letter in my pocket still unread. | |
| The fire lit, the sky went red, | |
| as we drew near the smell of death | |
| treading through the heavy silence left. | |
| I told myself I' d never lift a hand in hatred. | |
| I was wrong. | |
| Torn up, reborn the way they made me. | |
| It' s not long now. | |
| I tried in vain to look away, | |
| from the tragic sight of what remained. | |
| wiped off the atlas, our birth place. | |
| Those of us who still survived, | |
| took to the hills before they came. | |
| Me, my knife, and my rifle sat in wait. | |
| I told myself I' d never lift a hand in hatred. | |
| I was wrong. | |
| Torn up, reborn the way they made me. | |
| It' s not long now. | |
| My love letter folded out. | |
| My last chance I did it now. | |
| I began to hear her read aloud, | |
| " Don' t you fill your heart with hate, | |
| no matter what this world will take, | |
| our love must not be disgraced." | |
| I told myself I' d never lift a hand in hatred. | |
| You were right. | |
| Torn up, reborn the way they made me. | |
| It' s not long now, it' s not long now | |
| " Don' t you fill your heart with hate, | |
| no matter what this world will take, | |
| our love must not be disgraced." |
| As we all marched ahead | |
| in the early hours it began | |
| letter in my pocket still unread. | |
| The fire lit, the sky went red, | |
| as we drew near the smell of death | |
| treading through the heavy silence left. | |
| I told myself I' d never lift a hand in hatred. | |
| I was wrong. | |
| Torn up, reborn the way they made me. | |
| It' s not long now. | |
| I tried in vain to look away, | |
| from the tragic sight of what remained. | |
| wiped off the atlas, our birth place. | |
| Those of us who still survived, | |
| took to the hills before they came. | |
| Me, my knife, and my rifle sat in wait. | |
| I told myself I' d never lift a hand in hatred. | |
| I was wrong. | |
| Torn up, reborn the way they made me. | |
| It' s not long now. | |
| My love letter folded out. | |
| My last chance I did it now. | |
| I began to hear her read aloud, | |
| " Don' t you fill your heart with hate, | |
| no matter what this world will take, | |
| our love must not be disgraced." | |
| I told myself I' d never lift a hand in hatred. | |
| You were right. | |
| Torn up, reborn the way they made me. | |
| It' s not long now, it' s not long now | |
| " Don' t you fill your heart with hate, | |
| no matter what this world will take, | |
| our love must not be disgraced." |