Bury
We fought our way in On the ground of the living. Once they lived now they don't, Will to won't. We cried, mourn over the tombstones, Engraved names.... It wouldn't take back what we did to them To win a piece of "LAND" And that dark land now possess The light inside Blinded to your eyes Telling the tales to the world beneath The way they died We see them their shadows They don't need light now They don't need us now They're free atlast They've moved beyond this selfish being, at last Your men s
