All by myself under the scorching sun
Looking around, hoping the hate is gone
Waiting… As for the magic trick to be revealed:
You see, it's high noon at the battlefield — and not a soul around —
Another high noon at the battlefield
Touching the ground, feeling the pain below…
How did it end there? Wish you'll never know
Guarded by this soil as if it was a shield:
You see, it's high noon at the battlefield — I left my fear behind —
A peaceful high noon…
But not so long ago the wind was strong and freezing cold
While blood was running down that hill
A war like this — you mark my words — can not be put on hold:
We'll keep on welding our steel
Do you believe that horrors from our distant past
Will ever make us change our mind? No way!
Forget the fallen ones — we're in to have a blast,
So all in all we're doing fine.