tasting the soil
seeing the corpses merging into the earth
tasting the warmth
the warm breasts of ......young -the maidens!
joyful and proud!
joyful and proud young boys we
we are
of the soil
you can taste
you can taste and touch us we
we who are
so very proud
.........

we lie with the maidens
til we lie as one
with the corpses
we cannot help being
boys trying to be men
for we are the soil
the rain falls we
are the taste
....

come
justice is our
battle cry
if you love us
you'll know
our name