In Brief War Songtext
von Charon

In war, there is no substitute for victory

So your promise to live expired
Got old before your lips went dry
And I felt the breeze inside
To caress what′s left of the open fire

The truth, the trust
The faith took part but cannot stay
Still we felt cold
Freezing flames of this funeral pyre
Dead desire

Built to break down, made to wither away
Come along too
For the last time, very little of me
Wants to surrender in brief war


Despite the things I've said
The crush no longer care
Beyond the smile I hate
And the more I hate, I think of you
The more I think of you

Built to break down, made to wither away
Come along too
For the last time, very little of me
Wants to surrender in brief war

The more I think of you

Built to break down, made to wither away
Come along too
For the last time, very little of me
Wants to surrender in brief war

Surrender in brief war
Surrender in brief war
Surrender in brief war