A monument is standing tall
Shining glory on wasted ground
Veterans of paltry wars are kneeling above
With opened minds and veins
Suddenly an old, feeble man appears
In depraved words he begins to chant:
"So I´m standing here
Like in my dreams
I´ve died in vain
Yet the thornscrown embraces my head"
In a moment of intimancy he fell
Earth turns black, where he toched the ground
Shockwaves of hate escape from his opened chest
Clouds of thunder are coming up
The warriors died man by man
By screaming in nameless horrors
And the thunder, the screams and the hate
Are gathered in a hellish symphony

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