Broken lives tripping over cobble stone
The wreck of you has not even a sound
Unfamiliar love has attention from the crowd
Whom don’t want to see you well
Girls through the glass
Orbs and halos die
Curiosity dose not hid you well
Swords and daggers
Through the throats
History defeats them well
Freedom begged
Torn from the flag
Dislocated territory
King rest his eyes to sleep
His hand around the globe
Forlorn enemies travelling abroad
Cast out as rejects
Used up and pour their souls thirst
The dead welcome them one by one
History songs of burden
Old antiquity rust


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