[Music by Arkadius, Marcel; Lyric by Marcel]
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[A nameless warrior:]
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So long he is gone
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With a pale servile face
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His way led him through
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A cold bloody haze
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His yell pierced the cold ghastly morning
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As he raised his sword to fight evil
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So like millions before
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He died in his gore
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And those who survived
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Died in their minds
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For those who failed to care
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Were dead before
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Who loves his sword even loves war
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Four children he left behind
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With a mournin`mother
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All their dreams return nevermore
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Their world got lost - killed in war
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There on the field, with dew on his eyes
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His empty face stared up to the sky
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One final breath curses his foes
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No blessing for his beloved ones
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Still The Pipes Are Calling
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| Suidakra |
