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We are the specters of this lonely place
we are waiting for reaction
Hear for years the dark and silent pray
when the night embrace the laberynth.

From the ground blood running cold
but in the morning, disappear at sun
It's the memory of older time
black rain are falling and the phantom hero live.

Still exist, his bullets rest on the guns
nobody used them
A kind of feel, a man who lost all the past
for fight against the endless fear.

Drink the wine of the sadly day
write the lines, it will be your action.
A deadly poem about the things of time
in the hour of final lament.

Unnamed graves in the black night
A sad spirit asking for the silent war
He is coming from the site
where the souls are occult from the past.

Still exist, his bullets rest on the guns
nobody used them
A kind of feel, a man who lost all the past
for fight against the endless fear.

In the wings of darkened bird
Floating in a cloudy time
The remembrance of a funeral
Without honors of the medals and war.

Hear the calling from the other side
The blood screaming through the walls and halls
He will never back from thousand miles
Lost in battles of the time and dust.
Blood & ghosts!

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