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[Music by Arkadius, Marcel; Lyric by

[A nameless
So he is gone
a pale servile face
His way led him
A bloody haze

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

So like millions
He in his gore
And who survived
Died in minds
For those who failed to
dead before
Who loves his sword even war

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

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