We come marching through the fields
When we come across the field of deeds
That the trophy that we carry is the head
Of mi brother that has paid with his life
We got a typhoon on the rise
We got a typhoon on the rise
We gotta get it on the run
The fire that's burning as bright as the sun
How come we can't realize
That what we do in this is wrong
We got to get of this ship of fools
The man of wetbones is still on the streets
We have to get our act together
We got a typhoon on the rise
We got a typhoon on the rise
We gotta get it on the run
The fire that's burning as bright as the sun
WRITERS
FREDRIK EKDAHL, MARTIN BO ERIK ERIKSSON, MARTIN KARL SANDBERG, POP DENNIZ