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The Steam from the horses
who breathe in the cold air
flies high to the heavens
as a ghostly fog
Legions of soldiers
are marching like huge ants
toward the great river
where begins our World
Speak with me
the last few words
the glorious captain
told to us the day
he died.
To awake
the ones who fought
for this green soil
no matter if they passed
away.
When the scum of the Earth
will wage war on your land
and the Hearts will yearn for
fearless warriors.
Go again in the fields
where our bodies fell
say a prayer to me
and I will stand
The Screams of the monsters
who seethe, bold and unfair
rise wild and relentless
awaking the storm.
Visions of wonders
of those who can scare hearts
arrive bringing shivers
and sad winds of war.
Speak with me
the last few words
the glorious captain
told to us the day
he died.
To awake
the ones who fought
for this green soil
no matter if they passed
away.
When the scum of the Earth
will wage war on your land
and the Hearts will yearn for
fearless warriors.
Go again in the fields
where our bodies fell
say a prayer to me
and I will stand
When the scum of the Earth
will wage war on your land
and the Hearts will yearn for
fearless warriors.
Go again in the field
where our bodies fell
say a prayer to me
and my comrades.
And the spirits will rise
like a thick mist
all together.

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