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Music & Lyrics by Suidakra
So long he is gone
With a pale servile face
His way led right through
A cold blood haze
His yell pierced the cold frosty mornin
As he erased someone wicked with evil
Chorus:
So like millions before
He died in his gore
And those who survived
Died in their minds
But those who does not care
Were dead before
Who loves his sword
Even loves war
Four children he left behind
With a mournin' mother
All their dreams return nevermore
This hope is lost - killed in war
Bridge
Chorus