Six Hundred Strike Songtext
von Jorge Rivera-Herrans

Six hundred men, six hundred
Six hundred men, six hundred
Six hundred men, six hundred
Six hundred men, six hundred
I don′t think you seem to get it
I can't afford to die
′Cause I will get back to my son
And I will get back to my wife

For every comrade, every one of my friends
Almost all of whom were slaughtered by your hand
Six hundred strike (six hundred men, six hundred)
Six hundred men, six hundred
Six hundred men, six hundred
Six hundred
Six hundred men


You idiot
Can't you see?
You sealed your fate just to beat me
You released my storm
When you opened that bag
Blocked your one way home
Now you'll never get back

You′re going to call off that storm
Or what? You can′t kill me
Exactly
Wait, wait, ah!

How does it feel to be helpless?
How does it feel to know pain?
I watched my friends die in horror
Crying as they were all slain
I heard their final moments
Calling their captain in vain
Look what you turned me into
Look what we've become


Enough
All of the pain that I′ve been through (stop!)
Haven't I suffered enough? Stop!
You didn′t stop when I begged you
Told me to close my heart
(You) you said the world was dark (monster)
Didn't you say that ruthlessness is mercy upon our-
Alright, please

After everything you′ve done
How will you sleep at night?
Next to my wife