When the ashes cover faces
We stop talking to ourselves
And together we'll be singing
our tribute to our friends
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Battle drum sings to our heartbeat
Battle horn sings through our wounds
When the closest leave us sharply
That's the nature of a war.
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When the ashes cover faces
We start talking to the passed.
We are begging for the peace for
ones today we can't protect.
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