Onwards! Songtext
von Dark Age

I was born into trouble son
Trouble is the game we play
Suddenly pounding at the back of my head
And I finally found a way
Black feet proven on their endless roam
Howling on the chosen way
I′ve been crawling on
For a destined life
And finally you want to say
Oh...


I am getting closer to the end

I hold on to the back of my gun
Waiting for the chosen day
Forward we march - until we meet again
A different life all the same
I try to run to you
And still walk away
I have come to follow you
As I try to follow
You turn away

What do you do when war comes back for you?