High Noon At The Battlefield

All by myself under the scorching sun
Looking around, hoping the hate is gone
Waiting... as for the magic trick to be revealed:
You see, it's high noon at the battlefield - and not a soul around -
Another high noon at the battlefield

Touching the ground, feeling the pain below...
How did it end there? Wish you'll never know
Guarded by this soil as if it was a shield:
You see, it's high noon at the battlefield - I left my fear behind -
A peaceful high noon...

But not so long ago the wind was strong and freezing cold
While blood was running down that hill
A war like this - you mark my words - can not be put on hold:
We'll keep on welding our steel
Do you believe that horrors from our distant past
Will ever make us change our mind? No way!
Forget the fallen ones - we're in to have a blast
So all in all we're doing fine