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[Music by Arkadius, Marcel; Lyric by

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

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

So millions before
He died in his
And those who
Died in minds
For those who failed to
Were before
Who loves his sword loves war

Four he left behind
With a
All dreams return nevermore
Their world got lost - in war

on the field, with dew on his eyes
His face stared up to the sky
One final breath his foes
No blessing for his beloved