I stood right there
In that wasteland
Heart gripped with fear
As I saw blood
Everywhere
Drip... drop...
They kept falling
Without a stop
Death comes slow,
Death comes swift
As the arrows rain
Bringing pain
War, it rages
We will live on
In yellowed pages
Long after we're gone
That gave us hope,
That one day,
We will remain
In the memories
Of the young and old
They'll recount tales
Of us, brave and bold
Fighting our fights
Stories shall be told
Under stars, near fires
That blaze white and red
Our women, they cry,
Many a tear shed
As we will lay, one day,
On the Earth, dead
But we fight this war
For our home, our hearth
A million days,
A million nights,
A million moments
Of never ending battles
That drag on and on
Even in the coldest
And darkest storms
We shall stay strong
At nights we cease
The fights, and sigh
As we feel the breeze
Cold on our backs
We shiver, we freeze
And we recount
And we remember
The laughter, the songs
The bright lights of lamps
The children's pranks
The mother's warmth
The father's stories
And last but not least
We remember her
And her sweet fragrance
The stunning smiles
Ah, heart, it aches
As we never know
If we'll see her again
For, the next day dawns
And dragging swords
And holding shields,
We shout out our rage
An echo of sounds
Shrill war cries
Vibrates on the ground
As we charge forward
Blood all around
It makes one shiver
But we'll fight on
And on and on
For this is war...
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