The mourning of war

Brings tears in his eyes

The wind touches him gently

Covered by coldness

Surrounded by darkness

His warmth disappears into the night

The crows fly high with greed in their eyes

Waiting for the death to come

His mind builds pictures of past and future

Beautiful and ugly at the same time

The darkness turns into

A light-filled Hell

The coldness turns into the heat of a volcano

Flies of steel pursuit their way to murder

Drilling their bodies into everything thеy see

The sky opens it's gates

And thе angels of fire spread their flames

And he, he sits in his hole

And hopes to be spared by the might of insanity

The mourning of war

Brings tears in his eyes

The wind touches him gently

Covered by heat surrounded by brightness

Waiting for silence to come

The crows fly higher

With greed in their eyes

Watching the death make his work

His mind builds pictures of past and future

Beautiful and ugly at the same time

The corpses around him

Change life into an everlasting suffering

The expression in their eyes "Save me!" it says

And the sky opens its gates

And the angels of ire spread their flames

And he, he sits in his hole

And hopes to be spared

By the might of insanity

Oh brother, where are you now?

Come and take me

Save me from this Hell

But the wish for rescue is blown away by the mourning of war