Ghost Patrol Songtext
von Psychework

Too long a silence behind the lines
Shambled for days in the rain
Starving and hunted, struggle inside
Chasers at our heels

Pulse is rising, death breathes down the neck
Cold shivers down the spine
A suicide mission behind the back of God
Forgotten at the mercy of fate

We are the Ghost Patrol, brothers in arms
We are the Ghost Patrol
These fields grow from our blood

No rumbling gunfire, take a bearing to the West
We might reach the frontline
The countdown′s begun, we are bleeding to death
At the edge of a nameless grave


Truce has fallen
We're far away from home
Is this the point of no return?
How can we get back without firing a gun?
We might give a reason for war

We are the Ghost Patrol, brothers in arms
We are the Ghost Patrol
These fields grow from our blood
We are the Ghost Patrol, brothers in arms
We are the Ghost Patrol
These fields grow from our blood

Silently wandering
Crawling through the enemy lines
Face in the mud, we pray to god
While they′re swarming over

Suddenly, I cannot hear the marching men or the hell on wheels
Still, we are on their land they call the Paradise

We are the Ghost Patrol, brothers in arms
We are the Ghost Patrol
These fields grow from our blood
We are the Ghost Patrol, brothers in arms
We are the Ghost Patrol
These fields grow from our blood