As a broken shell I lay here Cracked and bruised, no more to fear I'm a fallen soldier A moth caught in the wind Blood-soaked in sorrow Been trampled in the mud No one to cry to For friends are all dying Nowhere to turn to For darkness follows me Draping disease across my home Scattered angry vices Infectious to the touch Pecking what once was left She is torn And I am torn My land is folded backwards On the battlefield I lie On glass and bones I bleed Sensation all but gone I bleed I'll die tonight Leave in anger Shouting curse at the war The war I'm losing The war I lost I'll die tonight Under the midnight sky The ground will swallow And I'll be forgotten Six feet of blood Bury my pride Tasting salty tears As the band plays on And the war never ends Marching endlessly To the edge of the world Crushing me as all the other Fallen soldiersBirth sign: Not entered
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