Red memories of pyres, so long ago Fiery troops left as smoldering embers Broken dreams, shattered like gla** The edges still sharp, to slash and dismember Wasted lives? Or noble ends? - innocent victims, lay staring in wonder.. Troubled minds go over the edge, fall to the ground, and are torn asunder.... Battle weary patriots, in blood stained uniforms...
Trading d**h with the enemy, in the volleying cannon storms... Noble lives, with wasted ends - fates are controlled by impersonal friends.. Fragile lives, hang on delicate threads... Woven through hell - and cut short Charging towards the battlefront.. attacking underfire Injured soldiers in the aftermath, waiting in pain, to die!