1. THE GROUND OF THE FALLEN

In the turmoil of the wars to come
Where the blood is shed by thousands
Raised to fight and never understand
Who the hell decides your fate

You're damned to believe
The prize that you'll never reach

The Ground of the Fallen

From the fields afar where patriots die and rot
To the walls where the traitors will be hung
Every man will see their life slip from their hands
All our bones are covered in the end

You lived down on your knees
In chains you were told that you were free

What you built around your conquers, none of it remains
Time will soon start telling other tales

Who decides your fate?