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We have died many times
On fields so dark
Blood red against the encroaching storm
History repeats
And on this endless circle we tread
One moment living
Another, dead
For the sake of kings born
And their infinite greed
We fight with honour
With honour bleed
Again, again, again
Battles come and go
Against the sunset yield
Forgetting why we live, we’re born
To ride this storm
I know your face
From battles lost and won
A moment’s grace
Beneath a failing sun
All efforts spent
On useless war
We’ll rise and fall
And fall and rise
Again, again, again
© Helen Valentina 2020
