[A nameless warrior:]   So long he is gone   With a pale servile face   His way led him through   A cold bloody haze      His yell pierced the cold ghastly morning   As he raised his sword to fight evil      So like millions before   He died in his gore   And those who survived   Died in their minds   For those who failed to care   Were dead before   Who loves his sword even loves war      Four children he left behind   With a mournin`mother   All their dreams return nevermore   Their world got lost - killed in war      There on the field, with dew on his eyes   His empty face stared up to the sky   One final breath curses his foes   No blessing for his beloved ones