The Fire

The grass is green today, here where my brothers lay. Buried in this goddanm ground, where I lost my life forever too. How can it be? – the sun, it shines today over fieds and hills – where we lived in the mud, where we heard the thunder we met the beast of mandkind – as we arched into the fire. No light, no wind, no calm – It was no place on earth at all. One by one my comrades died, sacrificed in the battle of brothers. Thrown into the fire – to make a few meters of land. We left our homes with a smile, as we arched to the music – as we said farewell to our beloved, we felt like heroes so high awaited glory and honor – became cheap canonfodder instead the few, who returned are broken forever rain washed away our blood – our cries gone with the wind but forever in my head, My soul has burned in the fire, I had the hell on earth. Will you remember?