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Walk these fields of blood
Fill these eyes with fear, with tears, with death
Each footstep to become your best friends' graves
Forgotten, erased, pain
Frustration, joy, damnation
Mothers cry as their sons die in a war so pure
No disease can cure all prayers heard but one
A saviour sent from above or below
To walk the earth, to drown your despair
A solid structure unknown
We all fall before its feet
Surrender
Blinded by its glory

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