1918 Pt 2: Pow (Prisoner Of War) (Feat. Christopher Scott)

We were housed in simple tents
A single cover, our only shield
In mines and fields, we toiled away
Hands worn raw, roads we built

On Asinara's rocky shore
In Sardinia's heat

Under the guard's unyielding whip
We labored hard, with no respite

Blood stops flowing to your fingers and toes
Hard stone we broke, by the iron law
We died of the Spanish flu and other disease
Malaria and typhoid fever

In Sicily's scorched plains
In Cassinos camps

This must be the last war we fight for many years to come
This must be the last war, or we will be the last ones

I must survive at any price

I wish I could convey it all
The hellish sights, the anguished cries
A burden carried deep inside
A haunting shadow in the night

This must be the last war we fight for many years to come
This must be the last war, or we will be the last ones