In the middle of A battlefield.
Winds singing The song of guilt.
Ground showered with red blood.
Emotions mixed up, creating mud.
Sun setting down, on horizon
Saying goodbye, to his dearest fam.
Diabodies laying around, Everywhere can see
Souls left carcasses, They flying free.
Amongst them, a soldier, growling in pain.
Letting out all scream, that remains.
He looking everywhere with drowsy eyes
Looking hand covered with blood he smiles.
He got shot too many times.
Bullet pierced his body and mind.
Heavily bleeding out, Leaning on a tree
His soul is desparate to be free.
He...