We have face the fear and taste the blood
Shouting, mourning, but it’s the end
We have bit and taste the mud
Where have you gone my friend?
It is hard to carry the burden
The Memories of great achievement
The one who might be resting in Eden
The hero of our enrichment
The pictures give us helping hand
Our lost friends don’t come back
We will live for you till the end
And we still have friends who don’t lack
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