The Ground of the Fallen

In the turmoil of the wars to come

Where the blood is shed by thousands

Raised to fight and never understand

Who the hell decides your fate

You're damned to believe

A prize that you'll never reach

The Ground of the Fallen

The Ground of the Fallen

From the fields afar where patriots die and rot

To the walls where the traitors will be hung

Every man will see their life slip from their hands

All our bones are covered in the end

You lived down on your knees

In chains you were told that you were free

The Ground of the Fallen

The Ground of the Fallen

What you built around your conquers, none of it remains

Time will soon start telling other tales

The Ground of the Fallen

The Ground of the Fallen

...who decides your fate?