The fire

The grass is green today, here where my brothers lay. Buried in this goddanm
ground, where I lost my life forever too. How can it be? - the sun, it
shines today over fieds and hills - where we lived in the mud, where we
heard the thunder we met the beast of mandkind - as we arched into the fire.
No light, no wind, no calm - It was no place on earth at all. One by one my
comrades died, sacrificed in the battle of brothers. Thrown into the fire -
to make a few meters of land. We left our homes with a smile, as we arched
to the music - as we said farewell to our beloved, we felt like heroes so
high awaited glory and honor - became cheap canonfodder instead the few, who
returned are broken forever rain washed away our blood - our cries gone with
the wind but forever in my head, My soul has burned in the fire, I had the
hell on earth. Will you remember?