The song they played,
Of pain for the slain,
Their souls now roamed,
On the lands they owned,
Some necks were broken,
Some heads were smashed,
The blood they bled,
Has started to rot,
Day and night, side by side,
They fought for freedom they already owned,
Screams and cries was all they heard,
Even crows and vultures closed their doors...
Of pain for the slain,
Their souls now roamed,
On the lands they owned,
Some necks were broken,
Some heads were smashed,
The blood they bled,
Has started to rot,
Day and night, side by side,
They fought for freedom they already owned,
Screams and cries was all they heard,
Even crows and vultures closed their doors...
They lay now, side by side,
On the same earth they fought,
Enemies before death, friends after death,
They move hand in hand, to the doom they have prepared.
You see people, nothing was gained,
All was lost only for pain,
For those of you who think blood's still the same,
You and I will meet in the same domain.
Doom is the word, Doom is the place,
Where all our pain resides,
The day you lose the pain from your heart,
That day you will know who you are.
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