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Farewell my land

At the break of dawn,

We've fleed slaughter and toss

Conflagration took our fortune and hope

Now roads, this landscape never ends

And the feeling that we're just bodies

In falling rain and howling wind

The fallen men, emaciated.

Struggle ahead

In search of a reason to stand

Another day of strain

Glimmer of life demands a fuel to combust.

Madness of this World, the power monger's choice

Exploitation fever, grants controlled upheaval.

Orphans of the War, we, the broken throng

Numbers of the trade, lives for gold and wealth.

Anguish of this World, the poverty ignored

Like cannon fodder's prayers, words of hope unheard.

Rubble behind

Our heritage and pride

All the past rend with the hostile hands.

Further from ordeal, we run.

Further from ordeal, closer to oblivion.

Further from ordeal, we endure.

Further from ordeal, deeper into sorrow.

Turned into a cattle, we last,

We, the flock among the wolves.

[Lead: Daniel Kesler].