| Nameless cross on the misty rain
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| Reminds on hopes gone down the drain
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| You — who’s burried at this lonely place
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| Were proud to be a man as you lost the race
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| Or did you cry in vain
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| Did you scream for your mother but she never came
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| Dead soldier — what was your age
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| As you died — were you still a child in the cage
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| You were food for the guns
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| Missing in action like a billion sons
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| With no chance to get old
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| If you’d been a coward — you’re a hero in my eyes
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| If you’ve been a cold killer who believed their lies
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| I’ll pray for your soul
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| And so I bow my head
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| As I sit at your grave and remember the dead
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| Who died for another one’s pride
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| Cemetary dawn — traces in the darkness
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| Cemetary dawn — shadows of the past
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| Cemetary dawn — faces of the pain will last
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| All them faceless gods of war
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| What the hell are they fighting for
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| Losers & winners — all the same
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| Victims of that vicious game
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| Or did you cry in vain
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| Did you scream for your mother but she never came
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| Dead soldiers — what was your age
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| As you died
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| Cemetary dawn — traces in the darkness
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| Cemetary dawn — shadows of the past
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| Cemetary dawn — faces of the pain will last |