Walking lonely through the fields, thinking of my comrades who where felled by steel.
Feeling the sun on my face and the sky above, i am surrounded by rivers of blood.
What a lonely place i have found myself in, thinking about my lost comrades and kin
I don’t know what else i could have done, so they could feel the moon, the sky and the sun.
Even after all of these years have past and life has carried on, i think of my lost comrades and kin and wonder where you would have been but mostly where you have gone.