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[Music by Arkadius, Lyric by Marcel]

[A nameless
So long he is
a pale servile face
His way led him
A cold haze

His yell pierced the ghastly morning
As he raised his sword to evil

So like millions
He died in his
And who survived
Died in their
For those who to care
dead before
Who loves his sword loves war

Four children he behind
a mournin`mother
All their dreams return
Their world got lost - in war

There on the field, with dew on his
His empty stared up to the sky
One final breath curses his
No blessing for his ones