Blood And Soil

The hand that scrawls these lonely words
Can no longer think of you
Only pray the eyes that read
Will never learn what they've been through

Just a boy with words of war
Now I have bloodstains on my hands
Just a boy with talk of glory
But I have seen this broken land

If I should fall in some far field
There'll be no angels to receive me
Just the blood and soil and a shallow grave
And those who fell before


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