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Lie and wait

There's no way out from the lands of the lost

Lie still in quiet and the morning is working to bring a day of fear (to the sons of war )

Sit and listen

To the other side (of border) where words so same are told

And the morning can only bring them another day of fear

They are blessed by the same god

Where the morning is working to reveal what last night's smoke and holds back

As for the few who hold the will and means

How do they speak

What are the words they say to make mothers and fathers turn loved ones into a mass of sleepwalkers droning by over the line

Too far over the line

The morning can only bring them another day of fear

and they are blessed by the same god if such even exists here

While the morning is working to reveal what last night's smoke holds back

And look at all this torn city has denied

These sons of war, so threatened and lied

Where solitude, even in the masses, can then wish it, to take a man by the blind god, and toss his own wrong-doings back at his face

A song breaks out in the cold

Mother war

Hear our windless breathing

Mother war

Soothing cries with fear

Mother war

Our tears drained by loss

Mother war

Far over the line