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[Music by Arkadius, Marcel; by Marcel]

[A warrior:]
So long he is
With a pale face
His way led him
A cold bloody

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

So millions before
He died in his
And those who
in their minds
For those who to care
Were dead
Who loves his sword loves war

Four children he behind
With a
All their dreams nevermore
Their world got - killed in war

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