what do you hear
in the nights
nowadays
humming along to the
silent songs, they
never told you
it's over
no one
calls you home
knows your name
remembers who
you were
every truce must come to an end
some os these days
soon now
wonder why
the radio sleeps endlessly
crushing you under its
(crushing you under its)
formal silent weight
no one
calls you home
knows your name
remembers who
you were
in midday the mosquitos come
in midday they come
no man lives here
on this island
beyond the Lizard Shore
of an ocean never real
slowly burning
into ashes
like inscense, windchimes
and machine gun nests
the fortresses of steel
sunken and gone
far beyond horizons
unreachable
where the typhoons sleep
eastwards
and the endless surf
beckons you
for this beachhead
white coral sand
we melt and rot
erase ourselves
spirit warriors
ghost in the green
armour and soul
never weakening
never weakening
lord, you emperor of souls
of the masses in the vaning land
for this empire of mosquito hills
you conquerer of grass and mud
I beg obedience to the rising sun
I beg obedience to the rising sun
in this world that the jungle reclaims
warriors put to sleep
dreaming mosquito dreams
this blade sharpened now
in the name of all conquests failed
in the nights
nowadays
humming along to the
silent songs, they
never told you
it's over
no one
calls you home
knows your name
remembers who
you were
every truce must come to an end
some os these days
soon now
wonder why
the radio sleeps endlessly
crushing you under its
(crushing you under its)
formal silent weight
no one
calls you home
knows your name
remembers who
you were
in midday the mosquitos come
in midday they come
no man lives here
on this island
beyond the Lizard Shore
of an ocean never real
slowly burning
into ashes
like inscense, windchimes
and machine gun nests
the fortresses of steel
sunken and gone
far beyond horizons
unreachable
where the typhoons sleep
eastwards
and the endless surf
beckons you
for this beachhead
white coral sand
we melt and rot
erase ourselves
spirit warriors
ghost in the green
armour and soul
never weakening
never weakening
lord, you emperor of souls
of the masses in the vaning land
for this empire of mosquito hills
you conquerer of grass and mud
I beg obedience to the rising sun
I beg obedience to the rising sun
in this world that the jungle reclaims
warriors put to sleep
dreaming mosquito dreams
this blade sharpened now
in the name of all conquests failed