Dead

They've gone
Their faces all red
The life they earned
so cruelly burned

In the fires of end
and death and war.
Brother's betrayed us
sold us as a whore.

Our minds shattered
collectively broken
Slaughtered men
dead women

Now their place
among the ranks:
Beat on the head
speared in the flanks

Now... Dead

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