What in heaven's name has made younSpit on human lifenYour promised razor bladenHas turned into a blunt bread knifennYou miss the terroristsnWhile you start killing innocentnYou leave a trace of bloodnAnd shame across the landnnYou're on your way,nAnd you burn the crossed bridgesnFrom what you have startednThere is no returnnnOnce been protectornNow you've turned to a slaughterernHow can you sleepnWith the blood on your handsnnIn this ironic storynAre things that I can't seenWhat do I have to fearnThe friend of the enemynnI will always condemn thisnEven with my final breathnGod save us from the stupid leadersnWho lead a million souls to deathnnYou're on your way,nAnd you burn the crossed bridgesnFrom what you have startednThere is no return