I think of you now standing all alone
In a life that's passed a time that's gone before
A quick pain will come to close your tired eyes
There's no more hurt there's no more loving ties
And sweet Jesus talks, talks with bastard lies
The smell of the soil, evergreens the pines and ice
Was tortured and bled in a nothing life
Now tortured and dead for a nothing life
My brothers in woe, my brothers in war
And they are still standing, standing all alone
Desider of fate a child insane
A face that tells all things wise
That face of youth has shrivelled and died
My brothers in woe, my brothers in war

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