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 stands by you
Your brothers don't, your sisters don't
A fake victory
You're victorious
Before you are to be burried and worth nothing more
Just had to breathe through hell Otherwise life was fine
Another one comes next in line
his time
his men
his night
his light
Dark ends shall come
Once Innocent soul shall become
Some like you
Burried underneath, worth nothing
Not free
And the time shall pass
And the day will come
When your men,
Your Land
Won't have a place for someone like you
To hide your become
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