Fight of the cursed ones
The fight of the cursed ones
A red glossy pearl
Filled with sweet human sorrow
Let me arouse these memories again
White snow falls down
On the debris, on the remains of sins
To deceive with false hopes
An innocence wich never was there
Brave soldiers are wading
Trough swamps wich originated
From the blood of their predecessors
It isn`t like in the tales
There is no patriot to deliver you
All the campfirestories lies
There is no hope to believe in
All of them are gone from me
Nothing`s left behind
But the sympathy for you
With a laughter that sounds
Like weeping you left our world
Here`s no place for honourable acts,
You said, no sympathy for the cursed ones
