(Hetfield/Ulrich/Hammett)

Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end
No one to play soldier now, no one to [bad word] blind through killing fields, bred to kill them all
Victim of what said should be, a servant 'till I fall

Soldier boy made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty one, only son
But he served us well

Bred to kill, not to care
Do just as we say
Finished here, greetings, Death
He's yours to take away

Back to the front
You will do what I say, when I say
Back to the front
You will die when I say, you must die

Back to the front
You coward, you servant, you blind man

Barking of machinegun fire does nothing to me now
Sounding of the clock that ticks, get used to it somehow
More a man, more stripes you wear, glory seeker trends
Bodies fill the fields I see, the slaughter never ends

Soldier boy made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty one, only son
But he served us well

Bred to kill, not to care
Do just as we say
Finished here, greetings, Death
He's yours to take away

Back to the front
You will do what I say, when I say
Back to the front
You will die when I say, you must die

Back to the front
You coward, you servant, you blind man

Why am I dying?
Kill, have no fear
Lie, live off lying [bad word]  [bad word] is here

I was born for dying

Life planned out before my birth, nothing could I say
Had no chance to see myself, molded day by day
Looking back I realize - nothing have I done
Left to die with only friend, alone I clench my gun

Soldier boy made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty one, only son
But he served us well

Bred to kill, not to care
Do just as we say
Finished here, greetings, Death
He's yours to take away

Back to the front
You will do what I say, when I say
Back to the front
You will die when I say, you must die

Back to the front
You coward, you servant, you blind man
Back to the front