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The naked earth is warm with spring

But nothing's changed beneath the sky

And he is dead who will not fight

Yet as we fight, we are sure to die

Beyond the ridge lies another world

Or is it just more death and gore

Sliding deeper into the mud

Do you remember, what we're fighting for?

Staring into the distance

Don’t know what I’m looking for

Questioning our existence

Is there a life beyond this war?

A war of attrition

Stalemate disposition

A war of attrition

Sisyphean condition

The anguish of the ravaged land

The scars will never heal

Behold the tombs that we create

Mounds of flesh and steel

No cross or wreath

will mark their graves

No thought or prayer

Can heal our pain

A war of attrition

Stalemate disposition

A war of attrition

Sisyphean condition

A war of attrition

Stalemate disposition

A war of attrition

Sisyphean condition

The anguish of the ravaged land

The scars we leave will never heal

Behold the tombs that we create

Made of mounds of flesh and steel

Our prayers they fall on heedless ears

God closed his watchful eye

And he is dead who will not fight

Yet as we fight, we are sure to die