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Here's no peace
On the fallen brothers' graves

Once the poem is read
What will remain?
A thought between the lines
Or the words to grace our tombs?

Here's no peace
On the fallen brothers' graves

Here's no peace
Onwards we march
With a psalm of the lost on our lips

The sweet illusion of being one of a kind
The paramnesia of a promised land
A loaded gun in the infant's hands
The jaws of madness are opening wide

Here's no peace
On the fallen brothers' graves

The inbred fallacy of being the Christ of all nations
A cancer devouring whole generations
The breath of terror under a waving flag
Straight into the mouth of madness we ride

The sweet illusion of being one of a kind
The paramnesia of a promised land
A loaded gun in the infant's hands
The jaws of madness are opening wide

Here's no peace
On the fallen brothers' graves
Here's no peace

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