I've learned to use the guns you've made br And the planes that were built to destroy br I've learned to fight with God on my side br For my country with pride and with joy br br I try to seal the swords of the past br And my ears from the cries of the dead br I want to hear the angels sing br And wash off the blood that was shed br br I see them rise like ghosts from the grave br When they haunt my dreams in the night br I want to repent the things I've done br But I've learned to belive it was rightbr br Göran Gustafssonbr br