The dirty of a ferocious dispute
Has stain the ground of our land
What lessons?
What prizes?
We earned the experience how to fight
And we have killed
Our lessons
Our prizes
Let them create
The blooding

Memories haunting in my dreams
Time working by my side
To destroy my rest
To destroy my life

Let the past grow old to forget all the demons
That scared my chest
That cracked my mind
Older and older - the horror of war
Over and over - tormenting my soul
Let them create
The blooding


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