| Hope turned to dust, in the blink of an eye
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| Women and children, screaming in a horrid cry
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| Fleeing from the sight, the view of the graveyards
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| I’ll scare you with my tale, as my horror story starts
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| Every day I see my mother, crying for her sons
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| Every day I hear her voice, crying for her loss
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| Remembering my father’s face, in anger and despair
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| Cursing at the sky above, collapsing in a stare
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| I’ve experienced too much horror
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| A family’s ending by the man-made caves
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| Everyone I loved so dear
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| Were annihilated at the graves
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| I’ve experienced too much death
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| Caused by mindless pleasure-seeking slaves
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| Everyone I loved so painfully
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| Were annihilated at the graves
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| To the burial ground, we go, in the misty night
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| I cling to my father’s hands, among the flickering light
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| Spiders crawl upon the dead, a thousand graves unfold
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| Ravaged bodies all around, beneath the dirt and mould
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| Every day I see my mother, crying for her sons
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| Every day I hear her voice, crying for her loss
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| Coming from the fields of death. |
| she hears a massive blow
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| As the dynamite explodes, in the giant graves below
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| I’ve stared into the reaper’s eyes
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| Heard his endless laughs and cries
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| Felt the stream of tragedy
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| Lost my sense my sanity
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| I’ve experienced too much horror
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| A family’s ending by the man-made caves
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| Everyone I loved so dear
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| Were annihilated at the graves
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| I’ve experienced too much death
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| Caused by mindless pleasure-seeking slaves
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| Everyone I loved so painfully
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| Were annihilated at the graves |