Memories for dead soldier
We were soldiers at war
Where brothers blood flows like flood
Cruelty rising our eyes red
Red from dust of rust bullets from riffle
The tears we cried runs dry
We bury them at war
With the sound of horn of silence
Silence that appeas their belated soul
And we bury them in fear of our lives
In...
Where brothers blood flows like flood
Cruelty rising our eyes red
Red from dust of rust bullets from riffle
The tears we cried runs dry
We bury them at war
With the sound of horn of silence
Silence that appeas their belated soul
And we bury them in fear of our lives
In...