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i hear the sound of distant thunder, echo all around,
i see the tragedy of young ones lying on the ground,
i see the fathers´ sons and daughters, i hear the mothers crying,
nothing left for me to do, but, whisper a prayer for the dying.

oh, a prayer for the dying.

the suffocating heat of jungles, and burning desert sands,
where everything reminds you, you´re a stranger in a strange land.
the soothing words of politicians, those bodyguards of lies,
while guardian angels waste their time and every mother cries.

oh, a prayer for the dying, dying, dying.

machine gun, battle cry, you pray to god when the bullets fly,
the bombs fall like black rain, an´ all your dreams take you home again,
nothing but bad dreams.

you can´t read, you can´t write,
you´re so scared, you can´t sleep at night
you try to carry the heavy load,
walking down armageddon road.

oh, armageddon road.

i hear the sound of distant thunder, echo all around,
i see the tragedy of young ones lying on the ground,
i see the fathers´ sons and daughters, i hear the mothers crying,
nothing left for me to do, but, whisper a prayer for the dying.

oh, a prayer for the dying, dying.
oh, a prayer for the dying, baby, baby.
oh, a prayer for the dying, dying,
whisper a prayer for the dying.

you can´t run, you can´t hide,
you can´t show what you feel inside.
you´re going crazy, going insane,
you know you´ll never be the same again, no, no.

whisper a prayer for the dying, dying, dying, dying, dying, no, no.
armageddon road, armageddon road, i´m walking down armageddon road.