I see the young boys, they're standing so proudIn their brand new uniformI hear their tough voices, no doubt allowedFor god and country they stormAnd then they're marching in that war, into deathThey catch the bullet with their headsAll that is left nowIs only names carved in stoneForgotten heroes undergroundNot much is left nowSome rusty nails, some rotten bonesThe dead heroe's names carved in stoneThe politician lives in a white houseThe boys have tents in the mudHe's getting richer with weapons and oilWhile the young men give their bloodAnd the deceivers will salute at the gravesOf those betrayed 'bout their own lifesAll that is left nowIs only names carved in stoneForgotten heroes undergroundNot much is left nowSome rusty nails, some rotten bonesThe dead heroe's names carved in stoneYou won't survive!Noone survived!