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The army fights for its country
the soldier fights for his home.
The king fights for his family tree
the father fights for his son
The best of us fight for all countries
and for any cause.
Attempting to aid all parties,
Without cowrdice or flaws
We fight proudly too.
with all our might
For everything that was true
but never came to light
"You must be nobel people then,"
a filthy beggar spoke,
"Gold will be appropiate for your poor men.
It will buy you some oblivion to smoke!"
We hardly need any gold
We have no country or a place to call home
We are the remains of a broken time,
a hungry world.
Hopes and dreams? Oh we wouldn't dare
We have no tommorow on sight.
It is our burden to bare,
our duty to make things right!
“You are brave people then!
a civilian spoke
“Your bodies might bend
but honnor and glory you will provoke!”
What is the honor for?
War can not be won by manship
We are only men, knocking on death's door,
life is not a cause to worship,
To try it, would be the greatest defeat.
There never was glory in killing
And in dying alone on the street,
not one worthy feeling.
We only have our unfortunate fate to blame,
May the years show mercy upon us
We were cursed to always be brave
May the doormen let our peccant souls pass
“It seems you are a loyal force”
a peasent said
“You need pleasure, bars and whores,
They shall keep your guilt fed!”
Pleasure we can feel not anymore
Only sorrow for the graves we make
We are guilty of living in times of war
But we always moarn the men we take
We drink in their names at night,
But never pray
We have no God or fright
nor a price we can afford to pay
May the years show mercy upon our human race
As we rest under our beloved ground,
on death's cold embrace,
Let our sacrifice be profound.