The Light Of Lost Souls

Groan! Do you hear their shouts and groans?

Here, here my house was burned

Here, in torments they waited for death

And died with the honor, with no mercy for them.

Their souls were trampled by black combat boots

And left decomposed among fields and in woods

Here their bones have been broken by tanks, butt in face

And the crosses on tanks mean God blessed their race

Groan! Do you hear their shouts and groans?

Since that a nightmare can't leave me alone

I see all this fear and slaughter, I hear pitiful cry

And butcher in soldier's clothes let all this people die.

Groan! Can't you hear the voice and the groan?

Screams of innocent victims blend in gloomy dark moan

It seems it's impossible even to try this to forget

The horror in children's eyes who were born alive but for death.