You´re too young to know
That you´re too young to go
There´s no freedom to be found
Lying face up in the ground

Ashes from an unfinished life
Are all that´s left
In a tear-drop-shaped locket
Hanging from his mother´s chest

You whip the back of freedom
´till it bleeds an oil stream
Then you sail down upon it
In your killing machine

Old men who send children
Off to die in vain
They will hear death´s constant whisper
Call remember my name

Gather ´round the stone