Behind the stormy fields
A path of skulls aside
Wind surrounds the cross
There hang and bleed the blind
Marching drums fill the air
Legions hail in pride
Hate spill from the deepest void
I hate you foolish blind
A new race rose inside
From beneath pain and sights
Distance and demarcation
Silent observation
Ref.:
Grandmother
And no one can change the past
Forever
Number 5188 Battallion 4
A new race rose inside
From beneath pain and sights
Distance and demarcation
Silent observation
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