Cynical,mystyrical
Those bodies are lying
And d black birds sorrounding
Flying over the frontline
The victims ,the soldiers
Are lost in the fortress
Superiors are laughing
And Mocking on their distress
The oceans are carrying
The salts of the dead's blood
The babies are screaming
Don't know how they'll end up
Maybe on the pile of the dead bodies
Crying and hiding from those who r dying
The mothers are searching for
Sons Lost in battle
The fathers are carrying little coffins on shoulders...
((Is this the end of life
is this the end of time
Is this the end of the line
For the love and truth lost in the fights...))
Men leave on routine
And come back in coffins
Souls lay down ,lifeless
And there's no one watching
The screams are just too loud
To bring down the system
The sinners are breathing
The innocents are dyin
((Is this the end of life
is this the end of time
Is this the end of the line
For the truth and love lost in the fights...))
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