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?