At last came the dawn
When silence fell to the world
To our lands torn apart
Hands that held the firearms
Eyes that has seen death in its all forms
Now empty and cold
The fires scorched this earth
From the ashes we unearth
Our fallen brothers
We bring them home
Each one forged into a stone
Each name to be remembered
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