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The ancient stone temple of war

Proud of it’s mightiness obscures my soul

For ages towering the endless horizon

 Full of blood of many great warriors!

Mountains wounded by time

Where proud souls lay

Weapons lost in the stones

Tired by now to hurt

Peaks of stone and blood!

Battles on a unyielding border land

That saw millions fall with glare in their eyes!

Birds of pray with greedy smile wait

Many have left the lands on their wings

RIT

All is quiet, silent stones, birds flying high

Spirits waiting the sound of horns to fight

Again, with no remorse they battle for the ground

I look fearless ,they run across stones

Ardent and proud they fight

Night comes and all is over

On the ancient Dolomites

WHISPERS OF FALL

Fall, fragments of past life fading

Leafs loose vitality and leave their safe place

Alone thru the path to destruction they spread sadness

Forget life in this cold and gray days

Whispers of fall, open the door the darkness

Reality comes and slowly brings silence

Forget life in this cold and gray days