Medieval
Caught in the long grass, got separated from his company
Those men he thought were friends turned out to be the enemy
Their uniforms were black not brown, they marched to a different step
But he soon tuned in to their frequency
By shifting up one fret
But the one thing that united them
Was they all had life to give
But it wasn't their intention to serve that way, but to kill so they may live
We are sound, we are sound, we are sound
Set them marching, stop them thinking
Psyche them up with your will
Stir them up with frantic rhythm
Send them out to kill, kill, kill, kill kill
We are sound we are sound we are sound
Back in human form, skin tight uniform, caught upon the barbed wire
Back in human form, skin tight uniform, crucified upon the barbed wire
The wire
We are sound
Medieval
Pegos na grama alta, se separaram do seu grupo
Aqueles homens que ele achava amigos se mostraram inimigos
Os uniformes eram pretos, não marrons, marchavam em outro compasso
Mas logo ele sintonizou na frequência deles
Mudando um tom
Mas a única coisa que os unia
Era que todos tinham vida para dar
Mas não era a intenção deles servir assim, mas matar para poder viver
Nós somos som, nós somos som, nós somos som
Coloque-os para marchar, faça-os parar de pensar
Encha-os de coragem com sua vontade
Agite-os com um ritmo frenético
Mande-os sair para matar, matar, matar, matar, matar
Nós somos som, nós somos som, nós somos som
De volta à forma humana, uniforme justo, preso na cerca de arame farpado
De volta à forma humana, uniforme justo, crucificado na cerca de arame farpado
O arame
Nós somos som
Composição: Gavan Whelan / James / Jim Glennie / Larry Gott / Tim Booth