The one, who was brave
The great from the most
Is laying in grave
The God is his host.
Scars staind on the ground,
Clouds hanging above
And soundless sea
Like a darkness below...
When battle is over
And victor's flag raised -
No hide and no cover -
Even Death looks amazed.
Blood oozing from corpses
Whose eyes at stars gazed.
Both lives and spears broken -
The war is a waste
The war is a waste
© Copyright: Одинокий Дух Спирта, 2005
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