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Death Afield, Death Inside
Forlorn on this battlefield
Wasted lives
Bled out like locusts
The answer to their queston
Left them red
And cold
In this blackened earth
Alone without truth
Steele my eyes
Memories in my hands
Life and love
Colored with loss
Colored with hope
Taken like a dove
All has grown silent
Even the birds fall out of sky
And no star lights tonight
How can i say
And it be true
That i am a man
He who has bartered with death
He who kills, makes himself as god
And in taking the silver
Thirty pieces of hell
They burn my hand
These precious bought moments of life
Made so terrible
How can i say
That i am a man?
