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[Music by Arkadius, Marcel; by Marcel]

[A warrior:]
So he is gone
With a servile face
His way led him
A cold haze

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

So like millions
He in his gore
And those who
in their minds
For those who to care
Were before
Who loves his sword even war

Four he left behind
With a
All their return nevermore
Their world got - killed in war

There on the field, with dew on his
His empty face up to the sky
One final curses his foes
No for his beloved ones