Medieval Songtext
von James

Caught in the long grass
Got separated from his company
Those men he thought were friends
Turned out to be the enemy

Their uniforms were black, not brown
They marched to a different step

But he soon tuned in to their frequency
By shifting up one fret

But the one thing that united them
Was they all had life to give
But it wasn′t their intention to serve that way
But to kill so they may live

We are sound
We are sound
We are sound
We are sound
We are sound
We are sound


Set them marching, stop them thinking
Psyche them up with your will
Stir them up with frantic rhythm
Send them out to kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill

We are sound
We are sound
We are sound
We are sound
We are sound
We are sound
We are sound
We are sound

Back in human form
Skin-tight uniform
Caught upon the barbed wire
Back in human form
Skin-tight uniform
Crucified upon the barbed wire
The wire

We are sound
We are sound
We are sound