Red memories of pyres, so long ago
Fiery troops left as smoldering embers
Broken dreams, shattered like gla**
The edges still sharp, to slash and dismember
Wasted lives? Or noble ends? - innocent victims, lay staring in wonder..
Troubled minds go over the edge, fall to the ground, and are torn asunder....
Battle weary patriots, in blood stained uniforms...
Trading d**h with the enemy, in the volleying cannon storms...
Noble lives, with wasted ends - fates are controlled by impersonal friends..
Fragile lives, hang on delicate threads...
Woven through hell - and cut short
Charging towards the battlefront.. attacking underfire
Injured soldiers in the aftermath, waiting in pain, to die!