Everything written, performed, recorded and mixed by Markus Poltorp, including cover art. My grampa's name was Matti. He partook in the Winter War. I don't know that he actually killed anybody. But he should have refused to go. Good old grampa. It was a terrible mistake. Refuse Military Service!

Lyrics

You were a murderer, grampa
And I aint proud of you
You were a murderer, grampa
What do you want me to do?
You were a murderer, grampa
One must call things by the right name
You're proud you fought for your country
But your so called enemies felt just the same

Now I've heard many stories
of heroes and sacrifice
Of battle fields in foreign lands
amongst gunsmoke and battle cries
But while you were risking your life
Getting crippled and earning stars
Killing people you'd never met, your ministers
were sitting on their fatty arse

They say it wasn't your fault
You only did what you were told
You think you did your duty
Taking orders, brave and bold
Although your country called on you
to kill for king and crown
You didn't know what was going on
You let all of humanity down