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Grand is this day

I leave my faceless self behind

The pride of the nation

Gone is all frustration

When I return there will be noone in my way

This ain’t the place of my dreams

Just an illusion so it seems

Unlike heroes we get

Treated like a rat

No fanfares that guide us through the fields

History, history repeats itself

Till it deletes itself

Technology will bring a sooner ending

Death descending

Bringing darkness evermore

To eyes I’ve never seen before

Comradery is short in here

I realize in mortal fear

As I hold my brother’s limbs in hands

Still I heed all commands

History, history repeats itself

Till it deletes itself

Technology will bring a sooner ending

Death descending

For months now mud was my home

No lonely place but still alone

But fortune is on our side

All the grief lies far behind

Worthless creatures so they say

Rape and burn to make them pay

The circle’s complete