Victorious or defeated makes no difference. Rising from the dirt, rising to fight on. A village in dust, a city in ruins, a nation's weep. Victorious or defeated makes no difference, fallen on both accounts. Faces and figures from another era, unkown but familiar somehowβ¦Β Β Hopes and dreams in ruins, with vengeance in their hearts and compassion lying within their souls. For hope might rise again, a beginning of another era. Fallen watching from afar, war does not determine who's right or wrong only who's left to remember...