The sun is smoothly rising upon the pagan grave And strikes with lures of light the last shades of the rave. Here lies an healthy warrior whose rule was “fight and die”, His sabre on his side, like young lovers in bride. The grass is getting grip within the mauled stone And wipes the graven runes, now in a leafy bond. Who remembers this place lost in the pulp of earth ? Who remembers his face actually dull for us ? Some ravens from the woods are disputing the place While vipers through the roots are moving with some grace. The only friends of his, always lurking around Don’t suspect that a brave is waiting underground… Is it too much to ask not to forget the ones Who proudly gave their heart for the land of your homes And who are now alone, enclosed in this free land As a common reward for their brief but last stand. Red sun on white cloth; he gave his youth for a peace never seen. Red sabre soiled by the blood of his enemies hit by a ping. Glory for masters, while only mud for the hands who obey. The ones who sow victory aren’t the same that shall reap the grain. Freedom? Where can it be when you’ve got worms on face ! Iron remains much longer than your bones and flesh ! Freedom? Where can it be when you’ve got worms on face ! Iron is harder than flesh ! In the womb of battle, when the flag raises high When the sabres sparkle and will is turned to cry A shy man in a shell can be the arm of Death And forget who he was and his yearning for wealth. What dark and curious spell persuades to die early While you cannot be sure death leads to victory ? Does sacrifice glitter with such a charming light That fooled people are drawn into a dead-end fight ? [verse 7] How can a savage wolf spurt from innocent lamb ? Just find the fiery will and close your eyes to fan. Now wave some honours gleams with glory promises And make the whole thing hold with a bunch of praises. Red sun on white cloth; he gave his youth for a peace never seen. Red sabre soiled by the blood of his enemies hit by a ping. Glory for masters, while only mud for the hands who obey. The ones who sow victory aren’t the same that shall reap the grain. Freedom? Where can it be when you’ve got worms on face ! Iron remains much longer than your bones and flesh ! Freedom? Where can it be when you’ve got worms on face ! Iron is harder than flesh !
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