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I have seen the staggering doomed

in a cold flush take our dead

whilst I sleep silent beside them

awoken by fire and noise

and to where does hunger seek the living

as light transcends from their eyes

heavens falling to crush the burdened

under black earth that rains down from the sky

engulfed with tragedy

at the horrors of lost kin

among storms of the war shrieking by

its dust winds a wealth of orphans

a generation of widows

an army of fallen brothers

theyre calling..

and we march with cold hands still gripping

with our feet in right marshal for the snow

but have we not a song for the fallen

our tongues sing the dead ones ive loved

and ive loved..

we would rapture some night in earthed rampart

with stories of a memory faded dress

once I slept silent beside her

awoken in lands far from home

under no mans circumstances

under no gods prophecy

our paths crestfallen

in a winters grave